And yet another one...two more chapters and then i'll actually have to wriiiite and pause in my updating. (thinks) I...dunno if I actually got across my idea in this one, I think it just sounds a bit stalkerish instead XDD
warning: ooc probably
inspiration: yamato's oneshot.
Prompt: light
rating: G
summary: In dreams, he could escape his stressful life, school, and reality
disclaimer: I dont own a thiiiing. Please dont sue!
Aaaand onward!
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Light streamed into the room abruptly, starting the blond awake. Squeezing his eyes closed tightly, Lune groaned and hid his face in a pillow. A nanny bustled about the room, talking much too loudly and energetically for Lune to stand. It was so early, and so bright, why did they need to be so perky? He rolled away from the cheery woman, pretending to still be asleep.
The blankets were pulled off of him eventually, and after copious amounts of complaining and nagging, Lune was shooed from the bed and forced to get ready for school. He dragged his feet through most of it, tugging absently at the bow around his collar. After much hassle ("Why does my hair need to be split perfectly? What sort of boy has to wear a bow tie?") and complaints ("You're such a slow child! Is complaining all you can do?") the blond was eventually on his way to school.
It was a typical morning, nothing different from the others. Almost like a foil to Yamato, Lune hated seeing the sun rise. It meant it was time for another long and drawn out day full of acting and work. Day dreaming wasn't possible, he couldn't afford to even try, because grades were what weighed his worth.
Pencil in hand, the blond forced himself to stay awake and write down notes. Every now and then, he would sneak a glance at Yamato, who was usually passed out on his textbook by this hour. He rolled his eyes, but didn't divert his attention. Watching for as long as he could without being called out was a skill Lune was slowly developing. He could tell you how Yamato's eyes closed, and when he knew they'd pop open by how his eyelashes fluttered. He could tell you the distinct sounds he made when he snored quietly in class, or how his hair fell over his face.
It was one of the few things better than sleeping. The only reason sleep won out, was because he could pretend. In dreams, he could escape his stressful life, school, and reality. Yamato didn't have a crush on Sayama. And in dreams, the strange feeling that he shouldn't be a boy at all vanished. It didn't matter if he were a boy or if he had a crush on one. In dreams, his family was always together and they'd always pay him attention.
Sleep was, needless to say, what he looked forward to. Until recently he had anyway. That was until the strange voices began to haunt his dreams. Lune was sure he was insane at first, but calmed himself with the knowledge that it was just a dream. Just a dream.
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