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scriveynerTitle: nothing is left
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 342
Summary:
In the dream she’s standing beside him at the bus stop. It’s raining - strange, because it hadn’t been, that day, but the thought never bothers him. It’s not far from the bus stop to his house, but he always waits with her, sees her off - maybe if there’s no one waiting with them they can sneak a kiss in where his mother won’t catch them.
She’s unusually quiet, so he fills the silence, talking about plans for the weekend, about club activities, and about a special on that he wanted to watch, and she wasn’t allowed to laugh if he told her about it because that’s just rude. She does laugh, and elbow him in the side as the bus grinds to a halt in front of the bus stop, its brakes complaining.
He opens the umbrella, walks her to the door - and she pauses on the step into the bus, umbrella now tucked under her arm, looks back at him - and extends her hand. He smiles, moves to take it -
- and is stopped by a hand grabbing the back of his shirt and yanking.
He turns in anger, and it’s Masayoshi standing there, hair soaked flat in the rain, real fear in his eyes as he holds the back of his shirt with both hands. “Not yet,” he said, as the bus doors close, separating them.
Panic grips him, he has to get on that bus - but Masayoshi’s grip is solid. He watches it pull away, watches her wave - grinning so big, a fond expression like he hadn’t quite seen - and he feels Masayoshi rest his forehead against his back, both of them standing in that never-ending downpour. He tilts his head up to the sky, lets the rain wash his face clean as Masayoshi says quietly, “not yet.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 342
Summary:
In the dream she’s standing beside him at the bus stop. It’s raining - strange, because it hadn’t been, that day, but the thought never bothers him. It’s not far from the bus stop to his house, but he always waits with her, sees her off - maybe if there’s no one waiting with them they can sneak a kiss in where his mother won’t catch them.
She’s unusually quiet, so he fills the silence, talking about plans for the weekend, about club activities, and about a special on that he wanted to watch, and she wasn’t allowed to laugh if he told her about it because that’s just rude. She does laugh, and elbow him in the side as the bus grinds to a halt in front of the bus stop, its brakes complaining.
He opens the umbrella, walks her to the door - and she pauses on the step into the bus, umbrella now tucked under her arm, looks back at him - and extends her hand. He smiles, moves to take it -
- and is stopped by a hand grabbing the back of his shirt and yanking.
He turns in anger, and it’s Masayoshi standing there, hair soaked flat in the rain, real fear in his eyes as he holds the back of his shirt with both hands. “Not yet,” he said, as the bus doors close, separating them.
Panic grips him, he has to get on that bus - but Masayoshi’s grip is solid. He watches it pull away, watches her wave - grinning so big, a fond expression like he hadn’t quite seen - and he feels Masayoshi rest his forehead against his back, both of them standing in that never-ending downpour. He tilts his head up to the sky, lets the rain wash his face clean as Masayoshi says quietly, “not yet.”
