The beaststone is a perfectly smooth sphere, spinning effortlessly between Kyoutani's fingers as he plays with it, and Yahaba can't stop watching. It's beautiful, he thinks to himself, taking in the earthy shades trapped in the stone, the way the light of the campfire reflects against it, making it glow even redder.
"You're staring," Kyoutani mutters, but his fingers don't slow. Yahaba doesn't stop staring, but simply hums in agreement. He is staring, after all. Whenever Kyoutani is around, there's always a lot to take in.
"I thought…" Kyoutani says slowly, breaking the silence once again, "when you first kept staring at me like that, I thought you were trying to figure out how to attack me, or something."
"You're paranoid," Yahaba tells him.
"I'm careful," Kyoutani corrects. "With good reason."
This time, Yahaba looks up and meets Kyoutani's eyes. They're a gentle amber, and in certain light, Yahaba thinks that they match his beaststone. "I'm not going to attack you, Kyoutani."
"You'd be surprised," Kyoutani snorts, "how many times I've heard that from people right before they attack me."
"Are you going to attack first, then?" Yahaba asks, raising an eyebrow.
Kyoutani kneels up, but he tucks his beaststone into his pocket instead of using it to shift. Instead, he crawls across the small space between them, until he's on all fours, pressing Yahaba into the soft dirt just beside their campfire.
"I don't have to attack you," Kyoutani murmurs, and Yahaba's heart thuds in his chest so loudly that he can hear it echoing in his ears. Perhaps Kyoutani can hear it too. "You're… different."
"Well," Yahaba smiles, doing his best to hold onto his bravado even in this position. "I do like being told I'm special."
"That's not the word I used," Kyoutani points out, the tip of his nose brushing along the column of Yahaba's throat. He could bite Yahaba's throat out, if he wanted. Yahaba relaxes under him, knowing that it's not going to happen.
He supposes that Kyoutani is different in his own way too.
"You stare at me when I'm in my beast form." Kyoutani sounds like he's thinking out loud, rather than speaking to Yahaba. "I know that you like it. But you keep staring at me when I'm in this form too."
"Both," Yahaba manages to say. "I like both."
Lifting his hand off the ground, Kyoutani strokes the back of his fingers down Yahaba's cheek. His skin feels warm against Yahaba's.
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
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The beaststone is a perfectly smooth sphere, spinning effortlessly between Kyoutani's fingers as he plays with it, and Yahaba can't stop watching. It's beautiful, he thinks to himself, taking in the earthy shades trapped in the stone, the way the light of the campfire reflects against it, making it glow even redder.
"You're staring," Kyoutani mutters, but his fingers don't slow. Yahaba doesn't stop staring, but simply hums in agreement. He is staring, after all. Whenever Kyoutani is around, there's always a lot to take in.
"I thought…" Kyoutani says slowly, breaking the silence once again, "when you first kept staring at me like that, I thought you were trying to figure out how to attack me, or something."
"You're paranoid," Yahaba tells him.
"I'm careful," Kyoutani corrects. "With good reason."
This time, Yahaba looks up and meets Kyoutani's eyes. They're a gentle amber, and in certain light, Yahaba thinks that they match his beaststone. "I'm not going to attack you, Kyoutani."
"You'd be surprised," Kyoutani snorts, "how many times I've heard that from people right before they attack me."
"Are you going to attack first, then?" Yahaba asks, raising an eyebrow.
Kyoutani kneels up, but he tucks his beaststone into his pocket instead of using it to shift. Instead, he crawls across the small space between them, until he's on all fours, pressing Yahaba into the soft dirt just beside their campfire.
"I don't have to attack you," Kyoutani murmurs, and Yahaba's heart thuds in his chest so loudly that he can hear it echoing in his ears. Perhaps Kyoutani can hear it too. "You're… different."
"Well," Yahaba smiles, doing his best to hold onto his bravado even in this position. "I do like being told I'm special."
"That's not the word I used," Kyoutani points out, the tip of his nose brushing along the column of Yahaba's throat. He could bite Yahaba's throat out, if he wanted. Yahaba relaxes under him, knowing that it's not going to happen.
He supposes that Kyoutani is different in his own way too.
"You stare at me when I'm in my beast form." Kyoutani sounds like he's thinking out loud, rather than speaking to Yahaba. "I know that you like it. But you keep staring at me when I'm in this form too."
"Both," Yahaba manages to say. "I like both."
Lifting his hand off the ground, Kyoutani strokes the back of his fingers down Yahaba's cheek. His skin feels warm against Yahaba's.
"I like you too."