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scriveynerTitle: going to need
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 396
Summary: Masayoshi had fallen asleep on his side.
Masayoshi had fallen asleep on his side, atop the covers on Gotou’s bed. He’d managed to fall asleep in the span of time that Gotou had been gone – maybe five minutes, maybe, Gotou had checked his phone messages while out of sight, the phone flipped to vibrate to hide the deed but that hadn’t sucked away the time – Masayoshi was just clearly exhausted. The game controller had fallen off the edge of the bed, overturned on the floor, his other arm dangling off the side, fingertips brushing its surface.
Gotou sighed and placed the drinks he had disappeared off to get on the table. Masayoshi had this habit of sacking out on his bed, as if he owned the joint – if he was going to sleep he ought to do it in the space set aside for it, in the closet where his blankets and pillows were, not on Gotou’s bed, drooling a wet spot into the covers that Gotou would discover later.
He hesitated though, in touching Masayoshi’s shoulder to shake him awake. Gotou had been ignoring things for weeks – they lived together now, roommates (and nothing MORE, he had outlined to Masayoshi when Masayoshi stood in his genkan clutching a duffel bag and wearing a grin ear to ear), but. But. He knew Masayoshi’s feelings, unambiguous as they were now, and it left him feeling a little uncertain. He found himself brushing Masayoshi’s hair back from his forehead – and Masayoshi stirred slightly. Gotou smiled despite himself, leaning in close and about to make a remark about how he should go to bed if he was really that sleepy when Masayoshi made a sudden startled noise and shot completely upright, cracking his forehead full-force into Gotou’s jaw.
Masayoshi grunted, both hands on his forehead – and Gotou sprawled on the floor, cradling his aching jaw, and thought savagely about how nice it was to live alone – and then Masayoshi glanced at him, one head still tenderly touching his forehead, eyes open and clear and Gotou forgot that train of thought, for just a moment. “Gotou-san-?” Masayoshi asked uncertainly, and Gotou wet his lips, rubbed his jaw again and thought, with just a note of panic, roommates.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 396
Summary: Masayoshi had fallen asleep on his side.
Masayoshi had fallen asleep on his side, atop the covers on Gotou’s bed. He’d managed to fall asleep in the span of time that Gotou had been gone – maybe five minutes, maybe, Gotou had checked his phone messages while out of sight, the phone flipped to vibrate to hide the deed but that hadn’t sucked away the time – Masayoshi was just clearly exhausted. The game controller had fallen off the edge of the bed, overturned on the floor, his other arm dangling off the side, fingertips brushing its surface.
Gotou sighed and placed the drinks he had disappeared off to get on the table. Masayoshi had this habit of sacking out on his bed, as if he owned the joint – if he was going to sleep he ought to do it in the space set aside for it, in the closet where his blankets and pillows were, not on Gotou’s bed, drooling a wet spot into the covers that Gotou would discover later.
He hesitated though, in touching Masayoshi’s shoulder to shake him awake. Gotou had been ignoring things for weeks – they lived together now, roommates (and nothing MORE, he had outlined to Masayoshi when Masayoshi stood in his genkan clutching a duffel bag and wearing a grin ear to ear), but. But. He knew Masayoshi’s feelings, unambiguous as they were now, and it left him feeling a little uncertain. He found himself brushing Masayoshi’s hair back from his forehead – and Masayoshi stirred slightly. Gotou smiled despite himself, leaning in close and about to make a remark about how he should go to bed if he was really that sleepy when Masayoshi made a sudden startled noise and shot completely upright, cracking his forehead full-force into Gotou’s jaw.
Masayoshi grunted, both hands on his forehead – and Gotou sprawled on the floor, cradling his aching jaw, and thought savagely about how nice it was to live alone – and then Masayoshi glanced at him, one head still tenderly touching his forehead, eyes open and clear and Gotou forgot that train of thought, for just a moment. “Gotou-san-?” Masayoshi asked uncertainly, and Gotou wet his lips, rubbed his jaw again and thought, with just a note of panic, roommates.
