Title: 3AM

Rating: K+

Pairing: KyoyaXRenge

Prompts: fight, guitar, rain, 3am, matchbox 20,

Renge crashes on the couch, her heart beating frantically and lips murmuring strings of unintelligible words. Mocha eyes dart about the room. She's breathing harder now. Translucent skin glimmers as tears make a wet path on her cheeks. It takes her everything not to scream out. How she wishes she could just let go.

Kyoya's guitar rests at the foot of the – their – bed. The strings are taut, ready to be pinched. The memories of her boyfriend playing that tune for her fills her head and Renge can only cry harder. Her voice is hoarse but she still manages to hum the familiar song.

Her trembling hands reach for the instrument. Long fingers – not that long compared to Kyoya's – coil around it and pull up. Renge grazes her nails against the cords and listens to the sound. And suddenly she's no longer mad at Kyoya and thinks that the fight was stupid. The reason for it was stupid.

She says, "It's all gonna end and it might as well be my fault."
And she only sleeps when it's raining.
And she screams, and her voice is straining…
- Matchbox 20, 3 am

Kyoya opens the door of his flat as quietly as he can – which is not very quiet, he's sure – and stumbles inside. His alcohol infused brain refuses to cooperate and Kyoya almost falls to his knees. Steely eyes close in annoyance. He doesn't want – is too scared - to fight with Renge again. He'd rather sleep.

Thankfully he finds her asleep in their bed. She's holding his guitar, and her face is streaked with tears. Kyoya's heart clenches. He never meant to make her cry. He knows that the fight was stupid. They both said – yelled – stupid things and the words – accusations – stung. Kyoya sighs and cradles his head in his hands.

The storm outside gives him a headache. He blinks the pain away and curses softly under his breath. Gently he pries Renge's hands from his jet black guitar and sets it at the foot of the bed. Throwing his shirt to the floor, Kyoya climbs into the bed and hugs Renge close. He brushes his fingers through her hair.

She says, "Baby,
it's 3 am, I must be lonely."
When she says "Baby,
well, I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes… - Matchbox 20, 3 am

Renge stirs awake and automatically glances to her right. Kyoya is sleeping peacefully next to her. She smiles and presses a soft kiss to his forehead. She's a bit worried that he might still be angry. The day before – oh, what a horrible day it was – still makes her shiver in annoyance – and fright – and remorse.

She holds her breath when to the other side. Slowly – quietly – Renge gets up and rushes to the kitchen. Her hands grab the two dietetic soft drinks cans and hurries back to the bedroom. She sets both down and climbs back into bed – ever so slowly as to not wake him – and leans down to kiss Kyoya again.

As if he'd been expecting it – and who's to say he wasn't – Kyoya wraps his arms around Renge to keep her still. His lips brush against hers. For once he doesn't need anything else but her kisses. This is his way of apologising for the fight – and the cruel words – and making thinks right.

She's got a little bit of something, God, it's better than nothing.
And in her colour portrait world she believes that she's got it all.
She swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to… - Matchbox 20, 3 am

Later Kyoya tells her he's sorry. Renge apologises right back. And they are back to being two young people in love. Nothing feels better than being together and it's as it had always been. Renge is happy and he is happy and the little misunderstanding don't matter all that much. Not really. Not anymore.

Kyoya even tells Renge about coming home drunk. She scrunches her nose in displeasure but quirks a smile nonetheless when he complains about his headache. She's sympathetic though and lets him rest his head on her lap. Her fingers ruffle his hair in a loving manner. Once she smiles the pain is a lot duller.

Renge whispers something to him and Kyoya whispers it back. The guitar is still in its place when he reaches for it. His fingers strum the sturdy threads. Renge hums along in time with the tune. She genuinely seems to enjoy herself so Kyoya plays and plays until he can't feel his fingers. Renge gives each digit a kiss.

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