Omi sighed and allowed his mind to drift, glad to be distracted from the dull throbbing in his shoulder. Out of all of his teammates, Omi seemed to connect the least with their stoic leader. He was the oldest besides Yohji which drove an even wider wedge between the two. Not to mention that Aya's personality was chilly, and that was being polite. Aya was perfectly happy reading and keeping to himself. Even when Omi was doing the same, Aya would take the chair farthest away, not even acknowledging his presence. Omi always suppressed the familiar feeling of disappointment when he was disturbed by someone other than Aya kun. He had wanted Aya's friendship, it would seem as if Aya could understand his plight. Not that the other guys couldn't, just that Aya's plight had always struck him strongly. Omi saw himself in the older man, at least what he would be if he had allowed his sadness to seep inside, controlling him. He wanted to help him.
These feelings were just as strong minus the possible romantic feelings that had been stirring for a while. As a matter of fact, Omi had no idea why he felt the way he did. Aya treated him as a baby, not even a child, not to mention the fact that Aya avoided him as if he had some rare disease. But he wanted to see Aya smile, just at him, maybe only once. It had all happened at once, for one of the first times ever, Aya had been almost late for a shift. Ken and Yohji had slyly urged Omi to go retrieve Aya. Oddly enough, the door had been unlocked and Omi had rushed in a little faster than usual, almost convinced something was wrong. There had been nothing wrong, save the fact that his heart had almost stopped. The most beautiful sight Omi had ever seen lay on the bed at that moment. Aya lay there, one arm draped protectively over his hip, while the other lie underneath him. His hair was almost pink from the light playing across the bed. The beige sheets were messily draped over his pale skin, just barely covering his intimate areas. Aya's even breathing never wavered and he seemed at peace for once. Somehow, Omi forced himself away from the gorgeous apparition and in a few moments, Aya had woken up and had made his way to the bathroom. From then on, each time he'd had to check in with Aya he had hoped for a similar pleasant surprise, but never got one. It was impossible to look at Aya the same way after a time, all he could see was the same beautiful, vulnerable man he'd seen lying there. So far, Omi had managed to avoid alienating Aya while still managing to stay as close as possible, which was half the reason he was in the bed right now. The need to protect Aya had surfaced suddenly, and Omi had heeded it.
And now here they were. Aya honestly cared about him, Omi chose to ignore the comments about him just being a child. The way he's caressed his cheek…Aya cared. Omi had sincerely hoped that this was the case but hadn't dared raise his hopes that high. But Aya had stayed all night, dozing quietly beside him, his soft skin glowing warmly underneath his hand. That alone had been worth the slug in his shoulder. But right now, Omi only hoped that Yohji and Ken would hurry up and make their appearance so they could go away even faster.
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A quick lil chappie about our Omi chan ^^