For #124 of 15_minute_fic

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It wasn’t something that he really expected to happen.

He didn’t even realize that something like this was building up inside him right from the start.

It was just a few glances, a small throb in the heart whenever that person smiles, a miniscule longing to hear that person’s voice. He never thought it would escalate to something as prolonged stares, butterflies in the stomach, and ringing up his phone at 3 in the morning just to hear that person’s voice before he sleeps.

This never happened before. He liked girls, not guys who looked like girls, because everybody knows that despite the make-up and the fluffed hair, underneath all that is all man. Maybe a little dorkiness too, but that was beside the point.

Of course he never saw it coming.

Sometimes he thought that if he ignored that feeling, then it would go away, but the more he tried to scramble his way out, the more that he got sucked into this whirlpool of annoying admiration. He wasn’t supposed to be admiring anybody than himself; it wasn’t in his nature, and even if it was a lover that he looked for, then he would never think of them with such high regard.

This was bad. What he thought was just a drizzle had become a full blown rain, and it doesn’t seem that this rain would be stopping any time soon.

Then again, Aoi had always loved the rain. Especially the unexpected ones. Except when he forgot his umbrella, like right now.

“You really didn’t have to accompany me all the way home,” Aoi sighed defeatedly, hands in his pockets since he wasn’t even allowed to carry the umbrella for the two of them.

“But I wanted to,” was the reply, accompanied with a lighthearted laugh.

“Seriously. You’re stubborn in your own way, aren’t you?”

“Is it so wrong to care, now, Aoi-san?” Uruha tilted his head to the side a bit, and Aoi stopped in his tracks.

“Since when did you start to care?”

Uruha looked up to the sky through his transparent umbrella before turning back to the older, then smiled. “I’ve always cared, you just don’t notice.”

Well. That certainly wasn’t expected.

“Yes, Aoi-san, so please stop grinning now. It kind of creeps me out.”

And Aoi did stop grinning, though he wished that this rain would last for a bit longer, and the road to extend a little further.

For #119 of 15_minute_fic

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Dust, it was something so small and insignificant and yet people are always bothered by it – Ruki was no exception. He obsessively dusted his clothes every time he’d notice even the smallest fleck of dust just so he could keep his clothing immaculate, and yet the action really didn’t have any value, it didn’t solve world peace, it didn’t make Ruki happy, it did nothing. But it was there, he noticed it, and he wanted to get rid of it.

As small as dust – that was something that Ruki never wanted himself to be thought of. And it was almost impossible to think of him as such, it was almost blasphemous – Ruki, the vocalist of Gazette, he certainly is larger than life. His ego wouldn’t let that happen, his fame would contest to that, nothing in him would ever indicate that he was ever small.

And yet whenever he’s under Aoi’s scrutiny, he felt no more than an insignificant speck. Those dark, mysterious eyes taking in his full form – Ruki would always feel so insecure about that, and if there’s any feeling that he hated then it would be insecurity. He wasn’t an insecure person, but each time he’s in Aoi’s gaze, then he was. Aoi was one person that turned him inside out. He hated that.

He hated the fact that he actually loves Aoi so damn much, and yet there’s nothing he could do about it; for some reason he just couldn’t.

He hated the fact that he loves Aoi to the point that it hurt, so damn much.

Ruki was a subtle person, and maybe that was his fault. He never did say what exactly was on his mind, but anybody would’ve caught on to what he actually wanted to say, and Aoi wasn’t dumb. Maybe just insensitive.

Or maybe Ruki was just the one who didn’t notice. Like a speck of dust, Aoi’s actions were barely noticeable. Until now.

“I notice you, Ruki, you just don’t look hard enough.”

And with that, Aoi went out the door, leaving Ruki with his mouth wide open, his chest pounding hard, and somehow he didn’t feel so little in Aoi’s eyes anymore.