againstdespair: (alone with my thoughts)
宗方 京助 | Munakata Kyosuke ([personal profile] againstdespair) wrote2017-01-15 02:39 am

IC Contact

Sometimes you just need to send a messenger bird. Or a package. Or a private conversation out of the blue. Whatever the reason, this post is for you!
rockyxiii: (I'm a penny in a diamond mine)

[personal profile] rockyxiii 2017-03-21 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Juzo spends all that time Kyosuke is fumbling for words assuming that he's fumbling for a kind way to let Juzo down, and thinks about interrupting him to say, I know, it's fine, you don't have to worry about me being weird about it, I gave up on you years ago . . .

But once again, he gets something much more surprising.

This whole day has felt like an insane nightmare. Maybe it really has been one, and now his brain is taking pity on him and turning it into a nicer dream, one he'll wake up from before long and be disappointed like he always is when he has these, but at least a respite from the ongoing nightmare. When Kyosuke pulls back, Juzo just stares for a moment and waits to wake up. Any second now. Surely soon . . .

The world around him isn't quite so passive, though: already the ground at their feet is beginning to bloom with red roses. The vines curl up out of the ground, bud, and open, all within the time Juzo spends stunned into silence. (They might be familiar-looking roses.)

When he still hasn't woken up yet a few long, silent moments later, Juzo does literally the only thing he can think of to do: he pulls Kyosuke back over for another kiss.

Look, he's been holding this inside for a really long time.]
rockyxiii: (start a housefire with us in the middle)

[personal profile] rockyxiii 2017-03-22 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Does he?! He still feels like he can't possibly be understanding this right—but at this point, there's nothing left to think. The reality is finally beginning to penetrate his skull. Kyosuke had said he loved him, and then kissed him. His brain looks for any other possible way to interpret it and comes up blank. The only explanation is . . . this, right here.

He manages not to lean in and close the distance again, but it takes a lot of effort; for a moment he looks like he might. His expression overall has no fucking idea what to do other than look stunned, until finally, he begins to smile. Awkward, tentative, but how can he help it?!]


Aah . . . sorry if I . . . got carried away there.

[That is like .000001% of how carried away he could get right now. He could literally carry Kyosuke away, all the way back to his room. No! Don't get caught up in that shit yet!]

I, uh. Uhhh. —I . . . guess now isn't really the time to work everything out.

[God, that's right. Not five minutes ago, Kyosuke had been absolutely losing his shit, and with good reason. Juzo swallows down a lump in his throat. How selfish is he to even think about this right now when he should be supportive instead?!]

Can you walk yet? You've gotta get dried off. You could probably use a drink, too. I'll—I'll be here however you need me, Kyosuke. Just leave it to me.
rockyxiii: (guilt is played on the violin)

[personal profile] rockyxiii 2017-04-08 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I've got beer at home, at least, but—I should probably help you back to your own place instead. I want you to be comfortable.

[Not that Juzo's place isn't, but it's still unfamiliar territory, maybe not the most comforting thing in the moment. And then he'd be stuck there with Juzo. Right now, Juzo's not even sure if Kyosuke would rather be with him or alone. Should he stay, when they get back inside? Leave him? Maybe it'll be more clear when the moment comes.

He forces himself to pull back and to his feet and extends a hand to help Kyosuke up, if he wants it.]


Let's go.
rockyxiii: (for the millionth time I got a love)

[personal profile] rockyxiii 2017-04-08 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Juzo's hand can't decide whether to drop Kyosuke's or not as they walk. He waffles between the two, his grip loosening as if to let their fingers slip apart and their arms swing loose again, then tightening to maintain the contact. They're still touching as the two of them head away from the tree and the tower and back towards their apartments, and once in a while, another rose begins to blossom when Juzo's foot comes down on the crack between cobbles in the road. The air has gone pleasantly warm and dry—a complete contrast to the heavy, freezing rain of before.

And if all that weren't embarrassing enough, then Kyosuke asks about the roses!

Juzo huffs out a short, nervous laugh, refusing eye contact, though he doesn't pull his hand away.]


Yeah. . . . You sent me something on Valentine's Day. If you knew how much I obsessed over those flowers and that letter, you'd really understand how pathetic I am. I couldn't stop myself from sending something back. Even though I knew—Yukizome told me all about how you two—

[He stops and shakes his head.

At the time, he'd felt like he was sharing a happy moment with his best friend. The culmination of her feelings at last. Of course she'd tell Juzo, and of course Juzo would be happy for her, but now . . . now he can't know. He doesn't want to think about it.]


—So I felt like shit about it, but I couldn't stop myself from sending you something for White Day.

It's not like I'd ever done anything like that before in my life. There's no Valentine's Day or White Day for homos. I wouldn't've dared.