Takahiro falls in love somewhere between the riding the Dodonpa (the fastest accelerating roller coaster in the world, Makki! It has a g-force of 2.7! That's almost as much as what astronauts experience during takeoff!) and bungee jumping off the Ryujin Bridge (the highest bungee point in all of Japan! What do you mean I sound like a tour guide?).
It's the way Tooru laughs, loud and bright and delighted. His head is thrown back, his shoulders shaking, because he laughs with his entire body, and Takahiro is torn between despair and wanting to declare his love into the sky itself because he can't possibly keep it contained in himself.
By the time they're travelling through Europe and holding halting conversations in English with complete strangers, Takahiro realises that he's been in love for a while, now. He's just never noticed before and now that he has, he doesn't know how it could ever have escaped his attention.
He loves Tooru as surely as the sun sets into the west, as deeply as all the lakes that Tooru insists that they swim in, their hands grasping for each other in the water, Tooru's body warm against Takahiro's for the briefest moment, before he swims away.
At night, he lies awake with the knowledge sitting heavy on his chest, like Tooru's head on his shoulder, because no matter how big their hotel rooms are, they always end up curled together, Tooru's face buried in the curve of Takahiro's neck.
"I love you," Takahiro tries silently, shaping the words with his mouth in the darkness as Tooru snores lightly. "I'm in love with you. I love you."
Tooru takes hand in the busy marketplace that they explore the next day. Takahiro doesn't know how he even remembers to breathe for the entire two hours. All he knows is that afterwards, his hand feels cold and empty and he's too afraid to be the one to reach out.
A few days later, they're in the shivering cold of the Arctic Circle in countless layers that still don't feel like enough, the lights of aurora borealis shifting through the night sky.
"Makki," Tooru breathes, and their mittens are too thick to properly hold hands, but he tries his best regardless. There's no warmth to share here, but they press close to each other all the same.
He doesn't say any more, but he doesn't need to. Takahiro understands. It shouldn't have taken him quite this long.
When they're back in the warmth of their hotel room and wearing fewer layers, Takahiro presses Tooru against the door, hands on his sides, and kisses him slow and sure, thrilled when Tooru kisses back.
"I didn't put this on my list," Tooru murmurs, his arms winding around Takahiro's shoulders, his smile wide and infectious. "But I wanted it more than anything."
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
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Takahiro falls in love somewhere between the riding the Dodonpa (the fastest accelerating roller coaster in the world, Makki! It has a g-force of 2.7! That's almost as much as what astronauts experience during takeoff!) and bungee jumping off the Ryujin Bridge (the highest bungee point in all of Japan! What do you mean I sound like a tour guide?).
It's the way Tooru laughs, loud and bright and delighted. His head is thrown back, his shoulders shaking, because he laughs with his entire body, and Takahiro is torn between despair and wanting to declare his love into the sky itself because he can't possibly keep it contained in himself.
By the time they're travelling through Europe and holding halting conversations in English with complete strangers, Takahiro realises that he's been in love for a while, now. He's just never noticed before and now that he has, he doesn't know how it could ever have escaped his attention.
He loves Tooru as surely as the sun sets into the west, as deeply as all the lakes that Tooru insists that they swim in, their hands grasping for each other in the water, Tooru's body warm against Takahiro's for the briefest moment, before he swims away.
At night, he lies awake with the knowledge sitting heavy on his chest, like Tooru's head on his shoulder, because no matter how big their hotel rooms are, they always end up curled together, Tooru's face buried in the curve of Takahiro's neck.
"I love you," Takahiro tries silently, shaping the words with his mouth in the darkness as Tooru snores lightly. "I'm in love with you. I love you."
Tooru takes hand in the busy marketplace that they explore the next day. Takahiro doesn't know how he even remembers to breathe for the entire two hours. All he knows is that afterwards, his hand feels cold and empty and he's too afraid to be the one to reach out.
A few days later, they're in the shivering cold of the Arctic Circle in countless layers that still don't feel like enough, the lights of aurora borealis shifting through the night sky.
"Makki," Tooru breathes, and their mittens are too thick to properly hold hands, but he tries his best regardless. There's no warmth to share here, but they press close to each other all the same.
He doesn't say any more, but he doesn't need to. Takahiro understands. It shouldn't have taken him quite this long.
When they're back in the warmth of their hotel room and wearing fewer layers, Takahiro presses Tooru against the door, hands on his sides, and kisses him slow and sure, thrilled when Tooru kisses back.
"I didn't put this on my list," Tooru murmurs, his arms winding around Takahiro's shoulders, his smile wide and infectious. "But I wanted it more than anything."