〈(⁎‿ฺ)ノ･* Another flashback chapter but this time about Ryouta and Shougo's relationship. But, a combination of angst, fluff and humor because I finally decided to give Shou a break.
Also, I love the fact that I completely ruined Shougo's whole asshhole bad boy delinquent reputation/ personality. Like Tadatoshi Fujimaki can't even xD
Whenever Ryouta saw Shougo, it was as if space and time became the finest point imaginable, as if time collapsed into one tiny speck and exploded at light speed. It was as if his universe began and ended with Shougo. Ryouta could run forever, search forever. But every part led right back to Shougo's heart and soul.
Ryouta was completely entranced by him.
His eyes always followed Shougo as if Shougo were clouds in the endless blue sky. Sometimes his fingers purposely brushed against Shougos' while playing basketball. His skin always fluttered with warmth, giddy and feverish with want. His heart always skipped beats, and butterflies danced in his stomach whenever Shougo said his name. And when their eyes locked, Shougo's eyes burned his, as if he had been staring into the sun for too long. Yet, never wanting to look away.
Shougo was always on his mind. Every day he would spend the entire day thinking about him and how much he wanted him.
Wanted. Wanted. Wanted. Wanted him so bad.
Wanted so badly to tell him how much he loved him.
He loved him.
Was so in love.
L.O.V.E.
During practice, Ryouta noticed Shougo slip out of the gym. He was about to go after him until Daiki had. So, he waited for Daiki to return and then headed towards the infirmary, having the feeling Shougo would be there, and he was right.
The school's nurse was checking Shougo's temperature, frowning as she glanced at the thermometer in her hand. "You wouldn't mind taking him home, would you?" She asked, noticing Ryouta's presence but not questioning it. "I called his parents, but nobody would answer."
Ryouta nodded and, without a word, took Shougo home.
Except…
Ryouta had no idea where Shougo lived. So took him to his place instead.
L.O.V.E.
Ryouta fished his keys out of his pockets and unlocked the door before pushing it open. The house was empty. Silent. Even as Ryouta walked in with Shougo on his back and headed upstairs to his room.
Once in, Ryouta placed Shougo down onto the bed, deciding he would give it to Shougo for the night and would just sleep in his parents' bedroom.
He turned around to leave. But before he could do so, Shougo grasped his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "Ryouta," He spoke, voice quite just like the house itself. "Stay."
Ryouta's skin tingled at Shougo's touch, his heart beating erratically in his chest so hard that it would fly out. There were butterflies in—no, lions in his chest. But— "I—"
It felt good.
He wanted Shougo to touch him more. Wanted more than this. Wanted—
"Please?" Shougo pleaded, biting his lip. "Please, don't leave. Just stay here."
"Shou—" Ryouta couldn't find his voice. He felt his cheeks flush hot and his stomach heavy. His heart pounding in his throat, threatening to break out. He gulped. "—Okay."
He stayed.
L.O.V.E.
Ryouta awoke to the soft murmurs of the T.V. coming from his living room. At first, he thought his parents and his sisters were home until he remembered they wouldn't be back until next week, and he still had Shougo over, which meant he was the culprit who decided it would be a great idea to watch T.V at—
Ryouta sat up and shot a look at his alarm clock.
2:00 am.
He rubbed his eyes and glanced at it again to make sure he was looking at the right time, and when the time changed to 2:01 am, it confirmed that it was indeed two in the morning, and Shougo, for whatever reason, was awake at a time like this.
And instead of going back to sleep, Ryouta decided to join him and ventured downstairs to the living room, where Shougo was indeed up and watching tv with his legs propped onto the coffee table, a plate of chocolate planted on them.
"Couldn't sleep?" Ryouta asked as he sat down beside him, reaching out for the cake. "Is my bed that uncomfortable?"
"No," Shougo grunted, not even bothering to glance at Ryouta as he swatted Ryouta's hand away from his cake, as he focused on whatever was on T.V. "I got hungry."
"Oh…" Ryouta trailed off, glancing at the T.V. and was surprised to find out that Haizaki Shougo, of all people, was watching a cartoon. A cartoon Ryouta used to love when he was…five. "…Umm, Shougo—Kun?" He glanced back at him. "Why are you watching cartoons?"
Shougo shoved the last piece of chocolate cake into his mouth before swallowing and wiping the icing away with the sleeve of his shirt. "Cuz' I can," He replied, licking the chocolate icing from his fingers, still not bothering to spare Ryouta a glance, still far more interested in the cartoon than talking to him. "Got a problem?"
"No." Ryouta shook his head and smiled like he had discovered an entirely different side to Shougo all together, as he took the now empty plate from him and placed it down onto the coffee table. "I think it's cute."
"Huh?" Shougo glanced at Ryouta as if he had insulted him. "What did you say?"
"You're so cute, Shougocchi!" Ryouta gushed, rubbing his cheek against Shougo's. "I didn't know you were the type of person to watch cartoons!"
Shougo's face went 50 shades of red. "S—Shut up!" he stammered out, trying to pry Ryouta off of him. "I'm not cute, bastard!"
"Aww, you are!" Ryouta smothered him. "So, cuuuuuuuute~!"
"Get off me!" Shougo shoved him aside before edging far away from Ryouta as possible. "And go back to bed!"
"But…" Ryouta pouted, giving him the puppy dog eyes. "I want to watch cartoons with Shougocchi."
"Don't call me that!" Shougo snapped.
"Then what about…" Ryouta paused, a thoughtful look appearing on his face as he started thinking for a bit before his eyes lit up, and he added: "Shou—Chan?"
"No!"
"Shou—Kun?"
"Fuck no!"
"Babycchi?"
"Never!"
"Shougocchi?"
"Fine." Shougo sighed. It was better than having Ryouta call him 'Shou—Kun' or anything else for the matter. "Go back to bed now."
"Nope!" Ryouta exclaimed as he decided to use Shougo as a pillow and somehow managing to get said 'pillow' not to throw him off the couch. "I'm fine right here."
Shougo glared down at him. "I hate you,"
Ryouta smiled up at him. "I don't hate you, Shougocchi," he pretended the words didn't sting.
Shougo scoffed. "Liar,"
Ryouta sat up. "I—"
"Shut up, I—" Shougo bent over sharply as if he had been punched in the gut, coughing violently into his sleeve.
Ryouta watched haplessly as a fit tore Shougo apart, shaking his frame. "Are you okay?" He asked as it passed. "Are you sick? Do you need me—"
Shougo shivered. "No, M'fine," he told him hoarsely, clearing his throat as he stifled another fit. "Just need to sleep." He then flopped onto Ryouta's lap, curling up against him and falling asleep.
Ryouta felt heat rise to his cheeks as he glanced down at Shougo as Shougo began to snore softly.
"Shougocchi…"
'I love you,'
L.O.V.E.
Ryouta never got a chance to tell Shougo how he felt about him because—
Months later, Shougo suddenly quit the team and—
It was only later that Ryouta had found out that it had been Seijuurou's doing.
Akashi Seijuurou—the new captain of Teiko middle school's basketball team, got rid of—replaced Shougo, giving his position to Ryouta. He—
They didn't need him.
Except…
Ryouta needed. Needed. Needed him so bad.
But…
Instead of chasing after him and telling him how much he needed him.
He let go…
L.O.V.E.
Shougo then disappeared.
And…
Ryouta only saw him again during the Winter Cup.
And, Instead of telling Shougo how much he loved him. How much he needed him. Ryouta said things he shouldn't have. Opening up old wounds and rubbing salt into them. He—
He fucked up.
L.O.V.E.
Yet…
Ryouta hadn't realized it until they found Shougo sick and hurt. Until Shougo broke down right in front of them. And—
F—Fuck….
He sounded so miserable. So broken.
Ryouta felt his heart clench.
He wanted to hold him. To pick up broken pieces and tell him everything was going to be okay.
He just wanted Shougo to be okay.
L.O.V.E.
Ryouta walked back into his room where Shougo was wrapped snugly against Atsushi, and at some point, it appeared Daiki had gotten up to join them. The way they were all squished into one bed that only seemed to fit Shougo was both comical and cute.
It also made Ryouta jealous. So, he got into bed with them. Nobody was hogging Shougo from him.
"Kise, what the fuck!?" Daiki yelped awake when Ryouta elbowed him. "The—"
"Shhhh," Ryouta hushed him. "You're going to wake up Shougo—Kun. Also, move over Aominecchi."
"No, fuck off!" Daiki shoved him at him. "There's no room for you!"
Ryouta frowned. "Because you're—"
"Kise—Chin, Mine—Chin, you're too loud," Atsushi cut in as Shougo buried his face into his chest, trying to steal all his body heat. "Hai—Chin's trying to sleep."
"Don't lump me with Kise!" Daiki remarked. "He's the one who's being too loud!"
Ryouta's eyes slightly narrowed. "I'm not—"
They started bickering, and somehow Atsushi had joined them.
They didn't stop until—
Seijuurou walked in and— "Ryouta, Daiki, Atsushi," He spoke. The temperature in the room dropped so fast it would put winters in Canada to shame. "What. Are. You. Guys. Doing?"
All three of them froze, shivers going down their spines. "N—Nothing!" They said in unison, gulping.
"Leave Shougo alone," Seijuurou told them sternly. "And go back to your sleeping bags."
"But Akashicchi," Ryouta whined, suddenly having the guts to talk back to Seijuurou. "This is my bed. Therefore, I should get to sleep with—"
"My orders are absolute Ryouta," Seijuurou cut in. "Leave Shougo alone and go sleep with Daiki."
Ryouta and Daiki both opened their mouths to protest. But, shut them when Seijuurou shot them a look, giving them no choice but to suck it up and share a sleeping bag.
"This is your fault Aominecchi," Ryouta huffed, sitting on Daiki's sleeping bag. "If you—"
"No, it's your fault," Daiki grumbled, sitting down next to him. "You—"
"You don't even like Shougo—Kun," Ryouta stated matter of factly. "Why—"
"You're the one who doesn't like him," Daiki pointed out. "You—"
"I love him!" Ryouta blurted without thinking. Yet, still managing to keep his voice low, so none of the others heard.
"What?" Daiki glanced at him, disbelief. "Are you—"
"I'm serious, Aominecchi." Ryouta nodded. "I really do love Shougo—Kun. I just—" he bit his lip, glancing at his lap. "—I just fucked up and I—"
"I get it," Daiki said, gaze shifting to Ryouta's bed where Shougo was still sleeping in. (Surprisingly not haven been woken up by all the commotion earlier.) Smiling sadly. "I love him too."
Ryouta's eyes widened. "Y—You do?"
"Yeah…"
"And you're fine with me loving him too?"
"I'm not going to fight over him, Kise,"
Because…
Daiki had a feeling the others loved Shougo too.
Bruh, I literally be writing about love like I have a love life when in reality I don't. It's basically nonexistent at this point.
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Also, guess whose bisexual as fuck and simps over fictional characters 24/7. Me. I do. Cuz like who needs real people? ლ(ಥ益ಥლ)
And I have no life. Like life what? Sorry, I haven't heard of it. I'm dead. Dead inside. ಥ‿ಥ
Anyways, if you got any questions just drop em in the comments or direct them straight to my tumblr @angstmonstersworld.
Ps. I wasn't lying when I said literally everyone's gonna end up with Shougo cuz I shit you not they are all gonna end up with Shougo. Cuz' polyamory is a thing and love triangles are toxic.
P.P.S. I've been reading the knb's manga and I got to the part where Seirin plays Touhou again in the winter cup. And like HOW THE FUCK DID TOHOU LOSE? Like wow. I get it. It's a shouen anime and the main charactera always win no matter what. BUT STILL. WHAT THE FUCK!? ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡 SRSLY?(ﾟДﾟ ;)