Titolo: The sky you left behind is waiting for you here with me
Fandom: Free!
Personaggi: Rei/Nagisa
Genere: malinconico, introspettivo
Avvertimenti: future fic, in inglese
Parole: 1069
Note: per il COW-T, 4 settimana, missione 3, prompt "vuoto". E ho ascoltato New York di Ermal Meta a ripetizione per tipo un'ora, sì.
Every now and then his eyelids lower, ever so slightly. His gaze slides away, together with an easy, soft curl of his lips. His breath quickens, and then his teeth show glistening bright for the people around him, like smiles were made to beam across the sky. He's okay, though. He goes back to laughing, briefly, before finally excusing himself.
A thought pierced through his mind, perfectly loud and noticeable like a gunshot in a museum, no matter what was being said before. Or maybe because of it. Someone mentioned a fellow student of biochemistry, or someone laughed in a specific, ridiculous way. Someone looked at him with a fondness that reminds me of that which is only found in the eyes of someone all the way across the Ocean.
"Nagisa, where you going? It's only getting interesting now!" His roommate Izanagi calls out, waving his arms uselessly while more boys chew on snacks or drink or play a videogame at this impromptu graduation party, while the girls chat all gathered around a small table, or hang around the dog that wags his tail and plays with them, or join the boys in playing.
"Sorry, I've gotta make a phone call," he replies, with another smile, and swats the air away or, better, gesticulates quickly - he's fine and they should keep doing what they're doing. Izanagi exhales, shaking his head. Someone asks, but the boy shakes his head again, and pats his friend's back to redirect his attention back to the matter at hand. Movies.
Nagisa sneaks inside the room they share, where he abandoned his phone to try and have a good time, but it's still there - a connection that sometimes still keeps him awake. The mess around him truly does summarize the nature of their living together. Young men surviving university and the extremely chaotic nature their lives currently assume every day. There are even socks hanging from the light on the ceiling, back from when they tried to make a stinkbug fall, and then nobody bothered to retrieve them.
Surely, he wouldn't stand for this kind of mess.
'Nagisa-kun, I cannot believe this! Where are you living? In a pigsty?' Rei would protest, disgusted if not disheartened, with his face a horrified grimace of disbelief.
The first days after the stinkbug incident, Nagisa would smile to himself, proud of still being able to recreate the tone and volume of those hypothetical words. But now, it only reminds him hardly of what's missing in this party, in this whole day, in the year since he started university. Probably, Rei is in class right now, and he already threw a fit over his cellphone ringing in the middle of class, all the way over to the States. Or maybe he's still sleeping. Or maybe studying. There is barely a moment Rei has available to talk, which is why he's always the one calling. And maybe it would be better not to call. Maybe it would be better to try and divert his thoughts elsewhere.
Indeed, Nagisa does force himself to. He saw a lot of funny things, today, and he met a few new people at this party. Rei would like them. What's he doing, right now, actually?
Nagisa looks down at the screen of his phone, with a drop dancing on the rim of his lid, unsettled on whether to fall or draw back and let him join the party again.
"Rei-chan☆ - calling..."
No response. Maybe he is too busy, right now. It would be better to think that, even though surely there are many boys in America who would be more spontaneous than Nagisa when it matters.
He sits down on his bed, drawing his knees to his chest while he lets the phone call and call to infinity until his silence and the music go straight to voicemail.
It's not like he's afraid of Rei having a thing with an American boy. That's one of the things Nagisa made him promise, even though jokingly, when Rei left. And Rei never breaks a promise, even if it's made in a light mood - he never would.
What makes Nagisa hug his knees is that he'd trade every person in this building and all of the food he gobbled today for a brush of Rei's fingertips against the palm of his hand. Or maybe his eyes looking at him. Or a word he didn't fight for over the air.
"What's up," he types, debating on whether to send or not.
He became quite prudent on bothering Rei, after realizing him calling and sending texts all the time was starting to get on Rei's nerves. Especially because it never helps. It's not like Rei can run and swim across the Ocean to go comfort his boyfriend, and it's not like it would help with his own feelings.
But he does send it. Because. He's Rei's boyfriend, it's his specific duty to badger him. Right after, he sighs humming, "damn, Rei-chan, why all the way to America...?"
After a couple of minutes, his phone rings out with a happy chime, and Nagisa's eyes turn to the pale blue screen.
"Hi, Nagisa-kun. I'm fine, although I can't really call you right now. Other than that, are you alright?"
Nagisa sighs, pressing his lips in a thin line.
"I'm fine, I just miss you a lot. It feels kinda empty without you," he replies eventually, looking at the ceiling where the light mutates with grotesque shapes of shadows as the people in his living room move around.
"Oh. I miss you too, Nagisa-kun. I was just thinking about you today, looking at sunflowers. They're as colorful and happy as you!"
"Are there sunflowers in America?"
"Don't be silly, Nagisa-kun! Sunflowers are everywhere."
Nagisa giggles.
"But they don't have me," he teases, only to mutter to himself, 'ouch'.
"That, they don't. That's why I can't wait to see you again."
Rei's reply blinks cheeky at him though the dim light. Nagisa's smirk only aches and he knows it's mirrored wherever Rei is, but he drops a single short reply, before dropping the phone and wiping his eyes then sneak his way back to his friends.
"I'll wait for you" even though it'll probably keep feeling like this until then. It's okay though: it's easy to forget despite how obvious it is, but - it'll be fine, he'll be back.
Fandom: Free!
Personaggi: Rei/Nagisa
Genere: malinconico, introspettivo
Avvertimenti: future fic, in inglese
Parole: 1069
Note: per il COW-T, 4 settimana, missione 3, prompt "vuoto". E ho ascoltato New York di Ermal Meta a ripetizione per tipo un'ora, sì.
Every now and then his eyelids lower, ever so slightly. His gaze slides away, together with an easy, soft curl of his lips. His breath quickens, and then his teeth show glistening bright for the people around him, like smiles were made to beam across the sky. He's okay, though. He goes back to laughing, briefly, before finally excusing himself.
A thought pierced through his mind, perfectly loud and noticeable like a gunshot in a museum, no matter what was being said before. Or maybe because of it. Someone mentioned a fellow student of biochemistry, or someone laughed in a specific, ridiculous way. Someone looked at him with a fondness that reminds me of that which is only found in the eyes of someone all the way across the Ocean.
"Nagisa, where you going? It's only getting interesting now!" His roommate Izanagi calls out, waving his arms uselessly while more boys chew on snacks or drink or play a videogame at this impromptu graduation party, while the girls chat all gathered around a small table, or hang around the dog that wags his tail and plays with them, or join the boys in playing.
"Sorry, I've gotta make a phone call," he replies, with another smile, and swats the air away or, better, gesticulates quickly - he's fine and they should keep doing what they're doing. Izanagi exhales, shaking his head. Someone asks, but the boy shakes his head again, and pats his friend's back to redirect his attention back to the matter at hand. Movies.
Nagisa sneaks inside the room they share, where he abandoned his phone to try and have a good time, but it's still there - a connection that sometimes still keeps him awake. The mess around him truly does summarize the nature of their living together. Young men surviving university and the extremely chaotic nature their lives currently assume every day. There are even socks hanging from the light on the ceiling, back from when they tried to make a stinkbug fall, and then nobody bothered to retrieve them.
Surely, he wouldn't stand for this kind of mess.
'Nagisa-kun, I cannot believe this! Where are you living? In a pigsty?' Rei would protest, disgusted if not disheartened, with his face a horrified grimace of disbelief.
The first days after the stinkbug incident, Nagisa would smile to himself, proud of still being able to recreate the tone and volume of those hypothetical words. But now, it only reminds him hardly of what's missing in this party, in this whole day, in the year since he started university. Probably, Rei is in class right now, and he already threw a fit over his cellphone ringing in the middle of class, all the way over to the States. Or maybe he's still sleeping. Or maybe studying. There is barely a moment Rei has available to talk, which is why he's always the one calling. And maybe it would be better not to call. Maybe it would be better to try and divert his thoughts elsewhere.
Indeed, Nagisa does force himself to. He saw a lot of funny things, today, and he met a few new people at this party. Rei would like them. What's he doing, right now, actually?
Nagisa looks down at the screen of his phone, with a drop dancing on the rim of his lid, unsettled on whether to fall or draw back and let him join the party again.
"Rei-chan☆ - calling..."
No response. Maybe he is too busy, right now. It would be better to think that, even though surely there are many boys in America who would be more spontaneous than Nagisa when it matters.
He sits down on his bed, drawing his knees to his chest while he lets the phone call and call to infinity until his silence and the music go straight to voicemail.
It's not like he's afraid of Rei having a thing with an American boy. That's one of the things Nagisa made him promise, even though jokingly, when Rei left. And Rei never breaks a promise, even if it's made in a light mood - he never would.
What makes Nagisa hug his knees is that he'd trade every person in this building and all of the food he gobbled today for a brush of Rei's fingertips against the palm of his hand. Or maybe his eyes looking at him. Or a word he didn't fight for over the air.
"What's up," he types, debating on whether to send or not.
He became quite prudent on bothering Rei, after realizing him calling and sending texts all the time was starting to get on Rei's nerves. Especially because it never helps. It's not like Rei can run and swim across the Ocean to go comfort his boyfriend, and it's not like it would help with his own feelings.
But he does send it. Because. He's Rei's boyfriend, it's his specific duty to badger him. Right after, he sighs humming, "damn, Rei-chan, why all the way to America...?"
After a couple of minutes, his phone rings out with a happy chime, and Nagisa's eyes turn to the pale blue screen.
"Hi, Nagisa-kun. I'm fine, although I can't really call you right now. Other than that, are you alright?"
Nagisa sighs, pressing his lips in a thin line.
"I'm fine, I just miss you a lot. It feels kinda empty without you," he replies eventually, looking at the ceiling where the light mutates with grotesque shapes of shadows as the people in his living room move around.
"Oh. I miss you too, Nagisa-kun. I was just thinking about you today, looking at sunflowers. They're as colorful and happy as you!"
"Are there sunflowers in America?"
"Don't be silly, Nagisa-kun! Sunflowers are everywhere."
Nagisa giggles.
"But they don't have me," he teases, only to mutter to himself, 'ouch'.
"That, they don't. That's why I can't wait to see you again."
Rei's reply blinks cheeky at him though the dim light. Nagisa's smirk only aches and he knows it's mirrored wherever Rei is, but he drops a single short reply, before dropping the phone and wiping his eyes then sneak his way back to his friends.
"I'll wait for you" even though it'll probably keep feeling like this until then. It's okay though: it's easy to forget despite how obvious it is, but - it'll be fine, he'll be back.
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