[His head feels light as he follows her into her room, to the point that it feels like he could float away even as she swings their joined hands. It's such a simple gesture, but it feels so good.
There's something in him that's been so hard to kill completely, something that wonders if he's good enough and worthy of this, but the rightness of being with her is louder than that these days. Even the darkest thoughts, the ones that had made him anxious to the point of being sick, are being torn down more and more as he spends time with her. The mark on the back of his hand is a pleasant weight that marks him as hers - marks him as belonging, and perhaps that's what he'd needed all of these years, instead of just his parents' ire and disappointment, to make those awful feelings start to fade. Maybe instead of trying to fulfill all the expectations placed on him and hoping that would make him feel complete, something in him had just been waiting for Nanami to come and fill up all the empty and broken places inside him.
So that's why, as she gets close and asks if he can kiss her, his breath still catches and he can hear his heartbeat storming in his ears - and they're nerves, of course they are because it's him and he's always messed everything up in his life ever-
but-
yours yours yours mine yours mine love me love me you're so perfect I need you I want you stay with me always love me love me I love you I love you-
That tangle is louder than anything else could ever be.
Hinata leans close, forehead pressing to hers, and his breath rushes out of him like he's surfacing from being underwater.] Chiaki. [He should be worried about using first name without asking, worried about getting so close to her without even properly responding, worried that he's moving them along too fast and screwing things up once again.
But he doesn't.
He folds down to her like he's caught in the wave of an ocean, warmth pulsing on the back of his hand, and presses his lips against hers.
He isn't Hinata (why aren't your grades better i'm so disappointed in you go to your room no dinner do better not good enough).
He's just Hajime. Soulmate, boyfriend, in love. Hajime and Chiaki, and it's more perfect than he deserves, but it's all he'll ever want or need.]
please excuse me being a cheating cheater with icons and also using SDR2!Nanami
[His head feels light as he follows her into her room, to the point that it feels like he could float away even as she swings their joined hands. It's such a simple gesture, but it feels so good.
There's something in him that's been so hard to kill completely, something that wonders if he's good enough and worthy of this, but the rightness of being with her is louder than that these days. Even the darkest thoughts, the ones that had made him anxious to the point of being sick, are being torn down more and more as he spends time with her. The mark on the back of his hand is a pleasant weight that marks him as hers - marks him as belonging, and perhaps that's what he'd needed all of these years, instead of just his parents' ire and disappointment, to make those awful feelings start to fade. Maybe instead of trying to fulfill all the expectations placed on him and hoping that would make him feel complete, something in him had just been waiting for Nanami to come and fill up all the empty and broken places inside him.
So that's why, as she gets close and asks if he can kiss her, his breath still catches and he can hear his heartbeat storming in his ears - and they're nerves, of course they are because it's him and he's always messed everything up in his life ever-
but-
yours yours yours mine yours mine love me love me you're so perfect I need you I want you stay with me always love me love me I love you I love you-
That tangle is louder than anything else could ever be.
Hinata leans close, forehead pressing to hers, and his breath rushes out of him like he's surfacing from being underwater.] Chiaki. [He should be worried about using first name without asking, worried about getting so close to her without even properly responding, worried that he's moving them along too fast and screwing things up once again.
But he doesn't.
He folds down to her like he's caught in the wave of an ocean, warmth pulsing on the back of his hand, and presses his lips against hers.
He isn't Hinata (why aren't your grades better i'm so disappointed in you go to your room no dinner do better not good enough).
He's just Hajime. Soulmate, boyfriend, in love. Hajime and Chiaki, and it's more perfect than he deserves, but it's all he'll ever want or need.]