Letter: D
Prompt: Distance
Rating: K
Characters/Pairing: Masaomi and Mikado
Genre: Friendship, fluff
Summary: Masaomi returns home from studying abroad in America. Mikado welcomes him back, noticing the changes in his best friend. But despite everything, he quickly realizes that distance can also bring them closer together.
Warnings: AU, bromance, drabble
A/N: Wrote this as a misfire fill for the kink meme some days back… so I guess I de-anon with this. *grins*
Disclaimer (since all this internet censorship is troubling me): I do not own Durarara! And I do not own these characters. At all. I'm simply borrowing them.
Mikado missed Masaomi, there was no doubt about that. So after years being separated from his best friend, seeing the jovial blonde waving to him with his suitcase in hand and bright silver earring (now earrings?), the stylish clothes he bought while studying in America, that dumb goofy grin that used to grate on his nerves, Mikado almost couldn't believe this was all real.
It was almost picturesque. Almost. Kinda like those cheesy romantic movies when the young couple reunites after being separated, when e-mails and phone calls were just not enough because nothing could compare to seeing, feeling the real thing. Just knowing that your best friend was alive and well in the flesh.
Before he knew it, Mikado was wrapped tightly in the blonde's arms. Strange, Mikado thought as he wrapped his own arms around Masaomi. Usually, it's the one waiting for the other to return who would run into his or her arms. He let it slide. The blue eyed university student just smiled and hummed, basking in the presence of his best friend.
"Oi. Mikado. You've gotten taller!" said Masaomi, who removed himself from the embrace. Mikado blushed and batted the hand in his hair away.
"Well, you're Japanese accent is way off now, Masaomi. Has America really stripped you of your culture?" He said it jokingly, arms crossed in front of him, blue eyes slightly narrowed.
Surprisingly, Masaomi didn't continue the chatter, but his large grin grew soft instead, content. His black luggage bag laid ignored at his feet, and Mikado looked back up into Masaomi's face, softened his earlier expression and smiled back.
Before Masaomi could do anything else, Mikado yanked on his arm and pulled him outside the airport so they could catch a shuttle and perhaps a taxi back to Masaomi's studio appartment. During the whole ride, Mikado couldn't take his eyes off Masaomi, noticed the little changes, like how he was tanner than he remembered, noticed that content, relaxed air that blanketed him, the blonde's healthy body. They were pleasant changes, Mikado realized, and when Masaomi's gaze caught his, Mikado bit his lip and looked elsewhere. Masaomi's chuckle earned a roll of his eyes, prompting even more snickers and laughter, and Mikado had to crack a blue eye open at the sound to capture the image of his best friend's carefree attitude and expression.
Once they made it to Masaomi's apartment, Mikado at the lead, the blue eyed male turned on the light before assisting Masaomi in dragging in his luggage.
And after that was all done, the door closed and secure, the window open and casting a sunset glow upon the clean appartment, the two males just stood there, finally feeling the longing catch up to them even though they were now so close. It was all so surreal...so strange. But also pleasant and desired. After all, they both realized that distance makes the heart grow fonder. They've felt that well enough.
It was Mikado that walked up to Masaomi and said quietly, like revealing a secret wish.
"I missed you."
Masaomi smiled and playfully poked Mikado in the cheek - (to which Mikado rubbed at and glared slightly) - before pausing, saying, "I missed you too."
Mikado felt like breaking the mood, make things more casual and a bit more normal for the both of them.
"Hmm? What'd you miss here in Ikebukuro, Masaomi-kun?"
Mikado couldn't help the playful tone. It just felt right, this little banter.
But then Masaomi suddenly became serious, Mikado could tell in his eyes and set of his mouth and pulled him into another hug. Mikado stiffened, but then relaxed and hugged the taller blonde back slowly. "Masaomi?" he asked, confused and blushing.
"This. So much." And then Masaomi pulled him even closer so their bodies were so close Mikado could feel the other's strong heartbeat through the thin shirt. "I missed this."
Mikado sighed contently, closed his eyes, and whispered back against Masaomi's ear,
"Me too."
A/N: The misfire comment was, "This. So much." That was it. I must have been hormonal or sentimental or something when I saw that. The urge to write took over me.
E is next. Not sure what to write for that…I was thinking "Edo," or something. :o Any ideas? :)