My Hyperactive Boyfriend
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Drifting Home.
Pairing: Established Taishi x Yuzuru.
Summary:
Doubt was just a doubt.
ADHD. The doctors said Taishi had it. They prescribed him pills for it, yet according to Yuzuru, the symptoms were a product of the remedy.
Taishi wasn't this way when they first met. So twitchy. So in your face.
Looking back, it is hard to imagine, but Taishi was a quiet kid. The quiet kid in their class, if you can visualize something so outside the box!
The medication was what did this to him. Side effects upon side effects over years of back-and-forth failed plans "professionals" deemed weren't working. Altering his brain chemistry until he was fundamentally not the same kid.
Yuzuru researched on his own at the library. There were other explanations.
Taishi may have been "neurodivergent."
Taishi may have watched too many movies.
Taishi may have just been Taishi.
"Why?" wasn't a question that necessarily needed answering.
Yuzuru wouldn't say out loud the doctors broke Taishi. He cared about people's feelings too much to make a big deal out of it, even when those in charge of Taishi's health clearly made mistakes.
There was no resurrecting the old Taishi, anyway. And Taishi didn't view himself as broken.
This was Taishi, and Yuzuru would have to love him the way he was.
He did love him the way he was.
Taishi kicks his soccer ball, attached to his backpack on a string. Tetherball with his foot. With himself.
In this scene, Yuzuru's conflict. Every now and then, he felt more like Taishi's parents or older sister than his boyfriend. Managing Taishi was similar to having him in a child harness, where he'd pull him around on a leash.
Taishi was the ball. He bounced off everything without getting hurt and had to be tugged in on a line.
Or Yuzuru was defending their goal from Taishi, who'd gotten turned around somehow and was shooting at his own team's net.
But Yuzuru didn't tell Taishi this.
Taishi probably wouldn't have a response.
It was a recurring doubt. It would pass.
Love would wash it away with the tide.
Doubt was just a doubt.