Takao lies in bed, rolling onto his side, and his heart skips a beat when he feels Midorima's chest pressed against his back, arm sliding around his waist, holding him close.
They don't do this. They don't cuddle. They don't stay the night. They don't do anything to acknowledge this thing between them outside of the act itself, because Midorima doesn't like that.
But yet here they are. Lying in Takao's bed. Together. With Midorima's arm around him.
Midorima's breath is tickling the small hair at the back of Takao's neck. His breathing is a little too quick, a little too shallow to make Takao believe that he's asleep. Besides, with his chest pressed to Takao's back like this, it's so obvious that his heart is pounding.
Then again, Midorima has always been pretty awful at lying. He couldn't manage it without giving himself away all the way throughout high school. He hasn't gotten much better since then, either. The only difference is that Takao isn't willing to laugh at him about it right now. If anything, Takao isn't willing to make a sound at all, in case it shatters the fragile moment around them. He doesn't want to do the wrong thing, to misstep and have Midorima rolling out of bed, walking out the door like he does every other night.
Slowly and very carefully, Takao places his hand on Midorima's arm.
He feels Midorima suck in a sharp breath. He's definitely awake and Takao shuts his eyes tightly and smiles to himself. No matter how many years pass, he's always going to find Midorima ridiculously cute.
If he could go back into his own past and meet himself when he was in his first year of high school, Takao honestly has no idea what kind of advice he'd given.
Don't fall in love with emotionally constipated losers, maybe.
Or maybe just, fall in love with him, fall head over heels and keep falling, falling, because there's no end to it. Just make him own up to it sometime too.
"Shin-chan." His voice sounds so loud in the silence between them.
"Takao," Midorima replies. His breath is still tickling Takao's neck. He sounds unsure of himself. Ready to leave, maybe. Ready to make a run for it.
Turning around to face him, Takao wraps his arm around Midorima's waist in return.
"This is nice," he says quietly, searching Midorima's face for any kind of reaction.
He gets a brief moment of narrowed eyes, as Midorima processes the words. Then Midorima's expression relaxes, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Yes," he replies, and pulls Takao against him a little closer. Their hearts thud against each other's chests, both nervous, both willing to try this out. "Yes it is."
Maybe, Takao thinks as he shuts his eyes, he'll wake up and find Midorima still in bed with him, Midorima's clothes scattered across the apartment from the lounge room to the bed, Midorima's slippers kicked off at the foot of the bed.
Maybe he'll find Midorima still holding him, and Takao wills himself to sleep, so that the morning will come sooner, already eager to find what it will bring.
FILL: SWAG 2016
Takao lies in bed, rolling onto his side, and his heart skips a beat when he feels Midorima's chest pressed against his back, arm sliding around his waist, holding him close.
They don't do this. They don't cuddle. They don't stay the night. They don't do anything to acknowledge this thing between them outside of the act itself, because Midorima doesn't like that.
But yet here they are. Lying in Takao's bed. Together. With Midorima's arm around him.
Midorima's breath is tickling the small hair at the back of Takao's neck. His breathing is a little too quick, a little too shallow to make Takao believe that he's asleep. Besides, with his chest pressed to Takao's back like this, it's so obvious that his heart is pounding.
Then again, Midorima has always been pretty awful at lying. He couldn't manage it without giving himself away all the way throughout high school. He hasn't gotten much better since then, either. The only difference is that Takao isn't willing to laugh at him about it right now. If anything, Takao isn't willing to make a sound at all, in case it shatters the fragile moment around them. He doesn't want to do the wrong thing, to misstep and have Midorima rolling out of bed, walking out the door like he does every other night.
Slowly and very carefully, Takao places his hand on Midorima's arm.
He feels Midorima suck in a sharp breath. He's definitely awake and Takao shuts his eyes tightly and smiles to himself. No matter how many years pass, he's always going to find Midorima ridiculously cute.
If he could go back into his own past and meet himself when he was in his first year of high school, Takao honestly has no idea what kind of advice he'd given.
Don't fall in love with emotionally constipated losers, maybe.
Or maybe just, fall in love with him, fall head over heels and keep falling, falling, because there's no end to it. Just make him own up to it sometime too.
"Shin-chan." His voice sounds so loud in the silence between them.
"Takao," Midorima replies. His breath is still tickling Takao's neck. He sounds unsure of himself. Ready to leave, maybe. Ready to make a run for it.
Turning around to face him, Takao wraps his arm around Midorima's waist in return.
"This is nice," he says quietly, searching Midorima's face for any kind of reaction.
He gets a brief moment of narrowed eyes, as Midorima processes the words. Then Midorima's expression relaxes, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Yes," he replies, and pulls Takao against him a little closer. Their hearts thud against each other's chests, both nervous, both willing to try this out. "Yes it is."
Maybe, Takao thinks as he shuts his eyes, he'll wake up and find Midorima still in bed with him, Midorima's clothes scattered across the apartment from the lounge room to the bed, Midorima's slippers kicked off at the foot of the bed.
Maybe he'll find Midorima still holding him, and Takao wills himself to sleep, so that the morning will come sooner, already eager to find what it will bring.