Titolo: I need your touch
Fandom: Free!
Pairing: Rei/Nagisa
Genere: malinconico, fluff, introspettivo,
Avvertimenti: future fic, in inglese, hurt/comfort (sort of)
Parole: 902
Note: apparentemente amo molto le scene mattutine. E niente, questa ciccia fuori per via del COW-T! Che è ricominciato! Dobbiamo salvare Manila da una lunga agonia e possibilmente dalla morte, ma citando la Triade, "NO PRESSURE AT ALL".
La fic partirebbe da un concetto maturato da un sacco di headcanoning diramato da un sacco di metaing su tumblr, quindi diciamo che a qualcuno che si approccia all'anime per la prima volta tutto questo potrebbe parere troppo OOC per un pg come Nagisa, ma fondamentalmente io l'impressione del fandom di Nagisa come pg da relegare esclusivamente al ruolo di comic relief vorrei slam dunkarla nel cesso perché ci sono tanti indizi di quello che c'è sotto quella facciata, anche se cmq non è che il pg sia stato esplorato molto (grazie Kyoani ur the real MVP) quindi le mie potrebbero essere tutte congetture. Non ho messo il warning di OOC perché comunque con un po' di tinhatting la riflessione l'ho raggiunta riuscendo comunque a farlo comportare come fa in canon.
Anyway, questa è per la prima settimana, la missione è la M1, il prompt è "paura".

Sometimes it is easy to underestimate. Even for a highly scientific mind, even for the mind of someone as attentive at Rei, so often categorizing something as the manifestation of perfect balance seems to be more of a reflexive reaction instead of a voluntary one.
Sometimes it is easy to forget. Not out of his own will, of course, but Nagisa is so good, so experienced at making it crawl under Rei's radar. It is always nothing but a subtle crackle in his vision, so apparently insignificant that Rei's mind would always gladly condition itself into accepting it as normal, and avoid noticing it.
He has bigger issues. Of course he does. He has got work to worry about, schedules and appointments; he's got a social life outside of Nagisa; he's got global issues to worry about - politics and the environment; he's got updating himself on every new research to worry about, and making his surroundings as fit for the healthy propagation of life as possible. Such is the calling he chose for himself.

But sometimes, he gets reminded of it. Nagisa clutching at him, gripping at his arm in their sleep, nuzzling his nose in the crook of Rei's neck so vehemently it seems like he is trying to crawl under Rei's skin, to rub his scent all over him, to entangle himself so tight they share all of their body heat. Just like now.
Nagisa puffs, mumbling something unintelligible in his sleep, with his fingers clenched tight on Rei's soft, comfortable cotton shirt. All curled up against Rei's side, he always looks so small, swimming in his own large, bright colored night wear, with his thin legs wrapping around Rei's and his hair, an anarchic halo of curls, gently covering his closed eyes. And he whispers, hushed, barely audible, "stay a little bit longer, Rei-chan..."
Ah, this must be some memory from years ago, from those days when Rei was still not familiar with Nagisa's house, and with the feigning of bright colors all around his room, joy splattered all over everything he surrounded himself with. As if his actions and words, the thoughts he forced himself to think were all an insistent repetition, a mantra in various tones, higher and higher in pitch, like his need could be drowned out by putting as much yellow and pink on them, as if make-up could delete the face underneath.
In those days, some of those delusions cracked down, when Rei adopted Nagisa's insistence and kissed him first - thwarting all of Nagisa's inconscious methods of pushing himself from the center, like luring a kitten in for treats. And did it work! Nagisa immediately wrapped his presence around Rei like a comfortable, warm blanket, adjusted a toggle in Rei's perceptions to add more brightness and contrast, pushed away all of his ridiculous calculations (a bit, anyway) and eventually became a welcome, needed addition to Rei's days. And in all of that whirlwind, it seemed so easy to write off Nagisa's clingy hands desperately reaching out as a quirk, something that was just there.
Until eventually he met Nagisa's parents and all about them pushed against him, wrapped him with a cold, formal hold and analyzed him with a polite smile. That was Nagisa's normal. It was normal for him to not get an affectionate pat on his head, a kiss on his cheek, a hug, a rub on his back. Anything but an education and things to spoil him with.
It makes so much sense, now that he knows, that Nagisa would search for a touch as much as possible, even though maybe he never even realized he was doing so. That he would nuzzle into someone, anyone, that he would open his arms and legs wide for Rei without really needing any courting, any seduction at all. He just let him in, wrapped his arms around him and held on tight to never stop the warmth from seeping under his own skin, the simple touch of Rei's big hands from reaching him.
"Stay... please," he mumbles, pressing his body against and twining his legs around Rei. 'Cute', Rei would think, if it didn't stab at his heart.
"Of course I'll stay," he replies, despite how he knows Nagisa won't really remember a thing he hears in his sleep. "Of course I'll stay with you, Nagisa-kun."
His hands reach through Nagisa's blond mop, pet them, and despite his own drowsiness and urgent need to sleep his eyes keep open, his hands stroke gently at Nagisa's cheek, until finally Nagisa's expression melts in peaceful sleep, all fear driven away.

"Rei-chan, wake up... it's late!" Nagisa tweets, rousing him with a few shakes before trotting to the kitchen for breakfast, with his odd, big shirt flapping around his thighs and his hair fluttering softly with each hurried movement. His voice pours out filling the two rooms, an incessant popping soundtrack for the sun filtering downy and tender through the cheap silk curtains.
Rei lies a little bit more on the mattress for a while, with the warmth still lingering against his chest and in his arms, so that his body can store a memory of the shape of Nagisa's body against him, fuel for the day.
"Coming," he finally replies, throwing the blanket to the feet of their bed, before stumbling sleepy to the kitchen for the start of another very scientific day.