This is the worst day ever, and Issei just wants to go home.
It's been a long night. It's been a long day and honestly, Issei doesn't know why he ever thought that being cursed by a witch would be amusing, or anything more than a pain in the ass. He's never going to open his mouth around a stranger again without first being sure that they're not a witch, and that they're not going to take offence at his sense of humour and turn him into a frog for it.
Being a frog really sucks and Issei can't even sigh in frustration as he's carried from bar number eight to bar number nine, because frogs don't even sigh. He lets out a low croak instead, and Takahiro murmurs something indistinct but low and comforting all the same. Or it's meant to be, anyway. It isn't comforting at all.
Takahiro has somehow latched onto the kiss part of true love's kiss breaking the curse. He's spent all night trying to find someone who will kiss Issei. He's mostly been picking people that he thinks are Issei's type and it's like the universe is playing some sort of cruel joke on him, because he has to spend the entire time watching Takahiro guess his type and consistently get it wrong. If Issei could, he'd tell Takahiro that his type is simple enough: over six feet tall, with short, light hair, and fucking oblivious.
Except, he can't. Being a frog, and all.
If this whole curse-breaking business relies on him being kissed by someone who is truly in love with him, who he loves back, then Issei supposes that he might as well get used to being a frog for a while. He could just cut his losses and learn how to catch flies with his tongue.
Except the universe clearly isn't done laughing at him just yet. Shame on him for daring to assume otherwise.
Takahiro gives up when he's been banned from far too many bars. Issei could really use a drink right now, but that's probably not a good idea while he's a frog. Besides, as they've both discovered, apparently being a frog sitting on the counter of a bar is enough to make people freak out.
Issei really, really wants a drink.
At least, when he's back in Takahiro's room with him, he doesn't have to worry about any immediate threats. Instead, he just wishes frogs could roll their eyes because that's exactly what he wants to be doing at Takahiro right now.
When Takahiro kisses him, brief and unthinking, it catches Issei by surprise. He's left sitting on the bedside table as Takahiro turns the lights off, trying not to feel a little heartbroken at the fact that he's still a frog.
Except then, as Takahiro's breathing evens out as he falls asleep, Issei feels magic stirring in the air around him. He grows, until he leaps off the bedside table, afraid he'll end up breaking it. He lands in a crouch, back in his own body, and he stays where he is for a moment, staring down at his own hands as his stomach does flips.
Oh holy fucking shit he kissed me and it worked, he actually kissed me and I changed back and—holy shit, holy SHIT.
He takes a deep breath, and hides his face in his hands as he grins to himself.
It feels so good to be human again. He has hair. His skin isn't covered in slime. His tongue is back to its normal length. He loves it.
He loves Takahiro.
And apparently, judging by the state of the curse (thoroughly broken), Takahiro loves him too.
The rush of relief comes with a wave of tiredness that leaves him blinking heavy eyelids. It's been a long day, after all, and Takahiro's bed is right there. With Takahiro in it.
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
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This is the worst day ever, and Issei just wants to go home.
It's been a long night. It's been a long day and honestly, Issei doesn't know why he ever thought that being cursed by a witch would be amusing, or anything more than a pain in the ass. He's never going to open his mouth around a stranger again without first being sure that they're not a witch, and that they're not going to take offence at his sense of humour and turn him into a frog for it.
Being a frog really sucks and Issei can't even sigh in frustration as he's carried from bar number eight to bar number nine, because frogs don't even sigh. He lets out a low croak instead, and Takahiro murmurs something indistinct but low and comforting all the same. Or it's meant to be, anyway. It isn't comforting at all.
Takahiro has somehow latched onto the kiss part of true love's kiss breaking the curse. He's spent all night trying to find someone who will kiss Issei. He's mostly been picking people that he thinks are Issei's type and it's like the universe is playing some sort of cruel joke on him, because he has to spend the entire time watching Takahiro guess his type and consistently get it wrong. If Issei could, he'd tell Takahiro that his type is simple enough: over six feet tall, with short, light hair, and fucking oblivious.
Except, he can't. Being a frog, and all.
If this whole curse-breaking business relies on him being kissed by someone who is truly in love with him, who he loves back, then Issei supposes that he might as well get used to being a frog for a while. He could just cut his losses and learn how to catch flies with his tongue.
Except the universe clearly isn't done laughing at him just yet. Shame on him for daring to assume otherwise.
Takahiro gives up when he's been banned from far too many bars. Issei could really use a drink right now, but that's probably not a good idea while he's a frog. Besides, as they've both discovered, apparently being a frog sitting on the counter of a bar is enough to make people freak out.
Issei really, really wants a drink.
At least, when he's back in Takahiro's room with him, he doesn't have to worry about any immediate threats. Instead, he just wishes frogs could roll their eyes because that's exactly what he wants to be doing at Takahiro right now.
When Takahiro kisses him, brief and unthinking, it catches Issei by surprise. He's left sitting on the bedside table as Takahiro turns the lights off, trying not to feel a little heartbroken at the fact that he's still a frog.
Except then, as Takahiro's breathing evens out as he falls asleep, Issei feels magic stirring in the air around him. He grows, until he leaps off the bedside table, afraid he'll end up breaking it. He lands in a crouch, back in his own body, and he stays where he is for a moment, staring down at his own hands as his stomach does flips.
Oh holy fucking shit he kissed me and it worked, he actually kissed me and I changed back and—holy shit, holy SHIT.
He takes a deep breath, and hides his face in his hands as he grins to himself.
It feels so good to be human again. He has hair. His skin isn't covered in slime. His tongue is back to its normal length. He loves it.
He loves Takahiro.
And apparently, judging by the state of the curse (thoroughly broken), Takahiro loves him too.
The rush of relief comes with a wave of tiredness that leaves him blinking heavy eyelids. It's been a long day, after all, and Takahiro's bed is right there. With Takahiro in it.
Takahiro, who he loves. Who loves him back.
This is the best day ever.