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scriveynerTitle: From a Distance
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 325
Summary: The thought was fleeting.
The thought was fleeting- there and gone again quickly, almost before he could register the thought in his system. He realized he’d had it before, but this was the first time he was conscious of it, that he paused and went, ‘wait, what?’ and recalled the train of thought back to its station.
Masayoshi was beautiful.
He’d had the thought before, the realization staggered him. Gotou stopped walking and stared, a little dumbstruck, off into the distance. Masayoshi kept walking, chattering happily (presumably to Gotou, but more to himself) about a guest spot on the new sentai show that would be starting in a few weeks and they wanted HIM as a reoccurring guest character and Gotou stood there on the sidewalk and thought helplessly, Masayoshi is beautiful.
Hair stuck out from under his warm winter hat in every direction, eyes big and bright and all laughter and enthusiasm and Gotou knew already that Masayoshi was special to him, he’d never had a friend as close as Masayoshi was but this, this was something else entirely.
Masayoshi realized finally that Gotou was no longer at his shoulder, he turned around, confused and saw Gotou just standing on the sidewalk and staring at him. “Gotou-san, are you all right?” Masayoshi asked, returning to him, concerned, hand out to touch his arm.
No, his inner voice said. No, I’m not all right, you’ve gone and permanently fucked up my brain and how is that even fair, how can you look me in the eye and say those sort of things and then just continue on as if everything is normal, how is that fair?
Gotou took a deep breath, frigid winter air biting at his lungs and exhaled a long sigh. “No, nothing’s wrong,” he said. “Idiot, why are you so worried?”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 325
Summary: The thought was fleeting.
The thought was fleeting- there and gone again quickly, almost before he could register the thought in his system. He realized he’d had it before, but this was the first time he was conscious of it, that he paused and went, ‘wait, what?’ and recalled the train of thought back to its station.
Masayoshi was beautiful.
He’d had the thought before, the realization staggered him. Gotou stopped walking and stared, a little dumbstruck, off into the distance. Masayoshi kept walking, chattering happily (presumably to Gotou, but more to himself) about a guest spot on the new sentai show that would be starting in a few weeks and they wanted HIM as a reoccurring guest character and Gotou stood there on the sidewalk and thought helplessly, Masayoshi is beautiful.
Hair stuck out from under his warm winter hat in every direction, eyes big and bright and all laughter and enthusiasm and Gotou knew already that Masayoshi was special to him, he’d never had a friend as close as Masayoshi was but this, this was something else entirely.
Masayoshi realized finally that Gotou was no longer at his shoulder, he turned around, confused and saw Gotou just standing on the sidewalk and staring at him. “Gotou-san, are you all right?” Masayoshi asked, returning to him, concerned, hand out to touch his arm.
No, his inner voice said. No, I’m not all right, you’ve gone and permanently fucked up my brain and how is that even fair, how can you look me in the eye and say those sort of things and then just continue on as if everything is normal, how is that fair?
Gotou took a deep breath, frigid winter air biting at his lungs and exhaled a long sigh. “No, nothing’s wrong,” he said. “Idiot, why are you so worried?”
