Nijimura thinks about his underclassmen at Teiko when he flies back to Japan.
Actually, Nijimura thinks about a lot of people while he's on the plane between LA and Tokyo, chin resting in his hand as he looks out of the window, grateful for his window seat and the stunning view it gives him of the ocean and then into the clouds as the plane rises into them.
He thinks about Himuro.
If Nijimura is being honest, he thinks about Himuro a lot. Thinks about him in his day to day life, the beautiful face sticking at the back of his mind, his kind smile, his gorgeous voice.
He thinks about Himuro more than he should, really. Tatsuya, as Nijimura still mentally calls him, smiling as he remembers Himuro insisting on it, because they were both in LA. They only met once and they're unlikely to meet again, if Nijimura's being realistic about it, but he can't help but hope anyway.
At least now that they'll be in the same country again, he has more of a chance than he did when they were living on opposite ends of the Pacific Ocean. He sighs to himself, a little wistfully, and contents himself with the memories of the time they shared, at least, at the sound of Himuro saying Shuuzo, lips pulling into a small smile as he did.
He definitely doesn't expect to bump into Himuro when he gets to Narita International Airport. Actually bump into him, accidentally, and with enough force to send them both stumbling back, struggling to find their footing. Nijimura is an athlete though, so he regains his balance quickly enough. Himuro is even faster, holding his suitcase steady and looking at Nijimura with wide-eyed wonder, clearly recognising him.
"Shuuzo?" Himuro blinks, and then he smiles brilliantly. "What an amazing coincidence!"
Nijimura wonders if they were on the same plane, wonders how he managed to miss Himuro if they were. He's as gorgeous as ever, no, even more gorgeous since they last met.
"Tatsuya," he greets, smiling in return. "It's so nice to see you again. You lookâgreat. It's hard to believe that such a handsome man could become even handso- handsom- hands- prettier."
Of course the first thing he does when he sees Himuro again is to begin stuttering. He can feel his face burning but, he reasons with himself, it could have been worse. Much worse. At least so far, he's managed to resist the urge to just drop to his knees and propose marriage right then and there.
"Coffee?" he suggests instead, glad that he can at least get that word out.
Himuro beams at him. "I'd love to get coffee. You're not in any rush to leave, are you? Is anyone picking you up? I was just going to take a taxi home from the airport, so I'm flexible."
Nijimura's mind takes Himuro and flexible to places that it really shouldn't, when he's standing in the middle of a crowded airport.
"I'm taking the taxi home too. Maybe we can go home together. I mean. You know. Share a taxi."
Himuro grins, dragging his gaze up and down the length of Nijimura's body in a very obvious way. "I'd like that."
FILL: SWAG 2016
Nijimura thinks about his underclassmen at Teiko when he flies back to Japan.
Actually, Nijimura thinks about a lot of people while he's on the plane between LA and Tokyo, chin resting in his hand as he looks out of the window, grateful for his window seat and the stunning view it gives him of the ocean and then into the clouds as the plane rises into them.
He thinks about Himuro.
If Nijimura is being honest, he thinks about Himuro a lot. Thinks about him in his day to day life, the beautiful face sticking at the back of his mind, his kind smile, his gorgeous voice.
He thinks about Himuro more than he should, really. Tatsuya, as Nijimura still mentally calls him, smiling as he remembers Himuro insisting on it, because they were both in LA. They only met once and they're unlikely to meet again, if Nijimura's being realistic about it, but he can't help but hope anyway.
At least now that they'll be in the same country again, he has more of a chance than he did when they were living on opposite ends of the Pacific Ocean. He sighs to himself, a little wistfully, and contents himself with the memories of the time they shared, at least, at the sound of Himuro saying Shuuzo, lips pulling into a small smile as he did.
He definitely doesn't expect to bump into Himuro when he gets to Narita International Airport. Actually bump into him, accidentally, and with enough force to send them both stumbling back, struggling to find their footing. Nijimura is an athlete though, so he regains his balance quickly enough. Himuro is even faster, holding his suitcase steady and looking at Nijimura with wide-eyed wonder, clearly recognising him.
"Shuuzo?" Himuro blinks, and then he smiles brilliantly. "What an amazing coincidence!"
Nijimura wonders if they were on the same plane, wonders how he managed to miss Himuro if they were. He's as gorgeous as ever, no, even more gorgeous since they last met.
"Tatsuya," he greets, smiling in return. "It's so nice to see you again. You lookâgreat. It's hard to believe that such a handsome man could become even handso- handsom- hands- prettier."
Of course the first thing he does when he sees Himuro again is to begin stuttering. He can feel his face burning but, he reasons with himself, it could have been worse. Much worse. At least so far, he's managed to resist the urge to just drop to his knees and propose marriage right then and there.
"Coffee?" he suggests instead, glad that he can at least get that word out.
Himuro beams at him. "I'd love to get coffee. You're not in any rush to leave, are you? Is anyone picking you up? I was just going to take a taxi home from the airport, so I'm flexible."
Nijimura's mind takes Himuro and flexible to places that it really shouldn't, when he's standing in the middle of a crowded airport.
"I'm taking the taxi home too. Maybe we can go home together. I mean. You know. Share a taxi."
Himuro grins, dragging his gaze up and down the length of Nijimura's body in a very obvious way. "I'd like that."