In The EndChapter(s):
Use of real names? =\Pairing:
Don't own anything except for my stories.Summary: When circumstances slap you in the face with opportunities, obviously you don’t dare try turn your head away from it.Comment:
For prompt 7 of tragic_ennui
. Oh, just to clarify things, both Aoi and Uruha are architects. ^^
The view from outside Kouyou’s window was all too familiar despite the different buildings, infrastructures, different shapes and colors it offered. The jalousie and the bright orange curtains were a new touch too, but for some reason, everything felt the same as before. Perhaps it’s because he was simply staring up at the same gray sky (the fluffy clouds made him smile every once in a while, though), something that he’s very much used to seeing in his old apartment.
Kouyou outstretched his hands and sat upright, finally finished resting after a hard day’s work. With a content sigh he looked around the flat, making sure if everything already was fixed and in their rightful places. They were, maybe except for that one picture frame that was positioned sideways which he immediately fixed, of course. Otherwise, everything was perfect.
Now he just had to wait for Yuu’s arrival and ask him of what he thinks of their new home.
Two long years was what it took them before they finally agreed to settle in just one house. For Yuu, Kouyou wasn’t sure, but for him, it was fear. Fear because after two years of being together, he’d gotten his share of troubles, anxieties, and arguments – all to the point where he thought that maybe they really weren’t meant for each other. Misunderstandings happened on a daily basis. Cheating had also been a recurrent issue. Kouyou feared that if the two of them lived together it would be worse, and that one day they’d just wake up not wanting each other anymore.
But of course the universe had always been conspiring on him and Yuu, and it just so happened that Yuu had been assigned to a job in Shibuya (the older almost always slept in his work place) and Kouyou just got himself a nice new flat in Shibuya, rewarded to him by his boss in the design firm, which happened to be a five-minute walk from Yuu’s new work place. When circumstances slap you in the face with opportunities, obviously you don’t dare try turn your head away from it.
Kouyou had already instructed Yuu to come home tonight, wanting to spend their first ever night in Shibuya soil together in their new home. Secretly he just wanted his lover to see, appreciate his hard work, and maybe spend the night in a very
romantic manner. However seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours. Afternoon had obviously faded into evening and evening had turned into midnight. This definitely was grounds for another luscious argument between the two of them, as the littlest things (But is it still a small thing?
he reasoned to himself) can push the blond’s nag button.
The sound of keys clanking outside in the hallway snapped Kouyou off his somewhat drowsy state, having been notified of Yuu’s late arrival. He positioned himself on the armrest of the couch directly across the door, hands clutching on his waist. Even if this was their first night together, he was most certainly determined in giving the other a piece of his mind. The door finally opened, revealing a rather tired Yuu, who, even in his fatigue, still managed to close the door properly, drop his bags as quietly as he could on the floor, look up and smile at his already pouting lover.
And with those words, every trace of annoyance and frustration melted away from Kouyou. The blond shifted and sat upright on the couch, arms wide spread, waiting for the other to come to his arms.
,” he replied softly as Yuu sat next to him and buried himself into his arms.
It didn’t matter that his star-printed pajamas was getting all the dirt and pollution from Yuu’s clothes. Kouyou just remembered himself from before, how he snuggled under his bed sheets and waited for sleep to come to him. How he waited for the morning to dawn, with the sun’s promise of less gore between them as another new day starts. Because really, in spite of every catastrophic thing that had happened in their relationship, at the end of the day he only wanted to be in Yuu’s arms and vice versa.A/N: Tadaima
= 'I'm home.' okaeri
= 'welcome home.'
I know this is uncalled for, but let me just say I HATE THIS YEAR'S VALENTINES DAY. It makes me want to puke so yeah, the fic's not really Valentines-y >>;; I think it's gonna take me a few more days before I get into that Valentine swing. UUUUUUUUUUGH.