[ They started dating towards the end of summer, after their trip out to Hawaii. It was strange timing (he did try to drag Akira out to hunt girls on the beach), but after going through that whole trial of making amends with the track team with him, it just ... seemed right. Not that much had changed since Ryuji came out and admitted his feelings -- they were still bros before anything else. A couple of guys who just liked to spend time with each other and hold hands sometimes... They hadn't really progressed much further, past bumping shoulders and sharing chaste kisses when the coast was clear and there was no around to see. Ryuji is a bit slow to wind down and he flusters easily, but Akira is patient. Or so he hopes, because he hasn't tried anything and Ryuji knows he's got things on his mind, because he very well does too. They're both healthy, teenage boys, but he's so not prepared to go down that road yet.
But sometimes he lingers purposefully, testing his own boundaries because he's an impulsive idiot and there's no going back now. Tonight's one of those kinds of nights.
They've spent their entire day off of school lounging in Akira's room, alternating between playing video games and reading a few comic books Ryuji had dug up from the back of his closet. They've ended the night with a movie, a classic from before their time: Ringu. It, too, had been dug up from the back of the closet. He had avoided watching it ever since his mother asked him if he wanted to keep the tape, but it seemed like a good opportunity to both prove his manhood to himself and enjoy something new with his... boyfriend. Oh God. It's still weird referring to him as that even inside his own head.
He stays glued to the bed when the television flickers off. He's got a blanket wrapped around his frame, like a protective cocoon. ]
Augh... I don't think I'm gonna sleep tonight after that. Seriously. I'm gonna see that little girl when I close my eyes and she's gonna haunt my nightmares. [ There were totally more than a few instances during the movie wherein he yelped or jumped where he's seated. Slowly, he starts to peel the covers off of himself, grabbing for his phone to check the time. ]
Wow, look how late it is! I didn't even realize -- time flew by, didn't it?
So, I uh... better get goin' before the last train leaves. [ Running his hand through his hair. He's not meeting the other boy's eye, opting to stare down at the stained floorboards at his feet.
See ya tomorrow? [ Leaning in slightly for a kissu, about 10% of the way. He's treading carefully over unknown waters, which is uncharacteristic of someone who usually boldly dives in head first. ]
i'm falling asleep...
But sometimes he lingers purposefully, testing his own boundaries because he's an impulsive idiot and there's no going back now. Tonight's one of those kinds of nights.
They've spent their entire day off of school lounging in Akira's room, alternating between playing video games and reading a few comic books Ryuji had dug up from the back of his closet. They've ended the night with a movie, a classic from before their time: Ringu. It, too, had been dug up from the back of the closet. He had avoided watching it ever since his mother asked him if he wanted to keep the tape, but it seemed like a good opportunity to both prove his manhood to himself and enjoy something new with his... boyfriend. Oh God. It's still weird referring to him as that even inside his own head.
He stays glued to the bed when the television flickers off. He's got a blanket wrapped around his frame, like a protective cocoon. ]
Augh... I don't think I'm gonna sleep tonight after that. Seriously. I'm gonna see that little girl when I close my eyes and she's gonna haunt my nightmares. [ There were totally more than a few instances during the movie wherein he yelped or jumped where he's seated. Slowly, he starts to peel the covers off of himself, grabbing for his phone to check the time. ]
Wow, look how late it is! I didn't even realize -- time flew by, didn't it?
So, I uh... better get goin' before the last train leaves. [ Running his hand through his hair. He's not meeting the other boy's eye, opting to stare down at the stained floorboards at his feet.
See ya tomorrow? [ Leaning in slightly for a kissu, about 10% of the way. He's treading carefully over unknown waters, which is uncharacteristic of someone who usually boldly dives in head first. ]