Seeking Balance [Sukisho!, Sora/Sunao, PG-13]

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Title: Seeking Balance
Author/Artist: lenainverse
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied sex
Prompt: Sukisyo - SoraSunao - hurt/comfort - he had begun to remember, bit by bit
Word count: 546


For Sunao, the worst part of sharing his body with Ran was the moment just after he regained himself. He could still feel Ran sinking away, reluctant yet playful, and Sunao just knew what he would find.

Hashiba’s arm was thrown over Sunao’s body, casual as can be. Sunao scowled and turned, mindful of the single sheet that covered them and how it offered no amount of modesty at all. One gold, lidded eye watched him, and Sunao sighed. It was always difficult for him to react too much to Yoru, not with Ran’s memories so fresh. Yoru had taken to staying a moment extra, of late. The reason, if there was one, was a total mystery, but Sunao had his theories.

I wouldn’t want to miss a moment.

Yoru had said that, Sunao remembered. His voice was soft, his lips moving against Ran’s ear – their ear – and his hands –

I want to remember each piece of you. Every inch.

Sunao swallowed as Yoru shifted Hashiba’s arm, teasing fingers flirting above the thin cloth of the sheet. In less than a moment, he would be gone, and then Sunao could punch Hashiba’s lights out. Like always.

There were many horrible, intolerable things about Hashiba, but none quite so much as the look he’d get when Yoru surrendered his body back to him. Sunao’s eyes narrowed as he anticipated the change, how Hashiba’s features would widen in shock and disgust at finding them in this position.

Not that Sunao felt any better about it, mind. But at least he had enough dignity to control himself a bit better.

Yoru’s eyelids fluttered, the gentle amber giving way to Hashiba’s usual blue. For a moment Hashiba’s expression sagged, and then slowly, Hashiba’s eyes made a jagged path upward. Their eyes locked, Sunao already gathering himself to demand to know when, exactly, Hashiba planned to let him up.

Sunao stifled a gasp as Hashiba’s eyes widened, not with his usual shock but with a jarring near-hysteria. His gaze was heavy with worry, which for some reason wasn’t irksome to Sunao, and then, before he could stop himself, he spoke in a low whisper.

“Kuu-chan?”

No. Impossible. Hashiba couldn’t remember any of that. Sunao blinked hard, telling himself that when he looked again, it would be gone. Then he could just tell Hashiba to get lost, like always.

He was fully prepared to do just that when he saw Hashiba’s eyes soften, a sad almost-smile forming on his lips. Sunao’s surprise made his reaction a split second later then it would have been, and before he could get his words out Hashiba’s eyes went dull and slipped shut.

’Are you asleep, idiot? Wake up, and let me go!’ Sunao should have said that. It was one thing to put up with Yoru and Ran’s escapades, but Hashiba’s arm was still draped over him, and this wouldn’t do at all. Not even if those eyes were, perhaps, the eyes that Sunao remembered from so long ago.

For a long moment, the only movement in the room was the soft, even sound of Hashiba breathing. Finally, Sunao settled into the pillow, closing his eyes. It was late, and he would be sure to give Hashiba a piece of his mind in the morning.

Comments

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Awww, thank you! This was my prompt. It's very bittersweet and feels perfectly in character.