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be good, be good
Title: be good, be good
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Atsushi
Pairing(s): Atsushi/Atsushi
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 670
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: This shadowy presence that watches him at all times, takes over his body without warning and seems to find pleasure in battle… is actually really cute.
Notes: Got this written while my internet was out, so yay for internet outages I guess??
Li Cheng could not live as a human, but he could never be only a tiger.
Atsushi wonders: is he the human? Or is his inner self, unshackled by fears and the expectations of others, more human than he?
When he dreams of his other half, in a room that might be their bedroom and might be somewhere he’s never seen, neither of them speak. Atsushi works his throat and finds that sound has abandoned him, while his inner self stares with the eyes of a tiger and the expression of a judgmental house cat.
Words are Atsushi’s strength, and he has too few strengths to be comfortable losing any of them. He searches his pockets but comes up with neither pen nor paper. The other Atsushi - Nakajima, Atsushi decides, since he won’t know what Atsushi is calling him in his head anyway - turns out his pockets to show that they’re empty.
He’s spent hours asking himself what he would say to Nakajima if they could meet, and now that he’s settled on the words, he can’t even use them. It’s crueler to put him in this position now, and who knows if he’ll ever have the chance to see Nakajima again - but he’s only silent, he realizes. Not helpless.
He grabs a hold of Nakajima’s hand and squeezes it.
Nakajima jerks when Atsushi touches him, but doesn’t jerk out of his grasp. He stares at their conjoined hands in the way you might stare if you suddenly found a beaver using your electric toothbrush - bewildered and unsure whether you should be disgusted or not.
After a minute, he turns his hand around to hold Atsushi’s properly. Atsushi smiles and gives his hand another squeeze: red colors Nakajima’s cheeks and he turns his head away.
Atsushi never thought Nakajima would be shy, of all things. Then again, there isn’t much to get shy about when battling Taints. Very few of them hold hands, he assumes.
He traces characters on Nakajima’s palm, slowly, carefully.
THANK YOU
Nakajima shakes his head sharply. He traces a word on Atsushi’s palm in return, and Atsushi thinks he would laugh if he could:
IDIOT
This shadowy presence that watches him at all times, takes over his body without warning and seems to find pleasure in battle… is actually really cute.
Nakajima’s hair is slicked back. Atsushi’d known about him losing his glasses, but the other visible differences between them come as a surprise. It would be inappropriate with any other person - but Nakajima isn’t another person, so Atsushi finds himself petting Nakajima’s hair.
It feels like Atsushi’s hair, though Atsushi doesn’t make a habit of petting himself on the head for a perfect comparison. He also doesn’t bare his teeth like Nakajima does, and any thoughts of whether Nakajima might have sharper canines somehow are less important than yanking his hand away before Nakajima severs it from Atsushi’s wrist.
Even the cutest tiger is a deadly predator.
Some of the fear must show on Atsushi’s face, because Nakajima’s snarl disappears as soon as it came, replaced by a somber expression Atsushi doesn’t know quite how to read. It seems… hurt, almost?
Biting his lip, Atsushi holds his hand out, palm up. After hesitating for what feels like forever, Nakajima starts to trace words on Atsushi’s hand, one right after another with no pause to allow reply.
ARE YOU AFRAID OF ME
I EXIST TO KEEP YOU SAFE
I CAN’T HURT YOU
EVEN IF YOU’RE MOCKING ME
YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON WHO MATTERS
Nakajima might have more to say, but there’s no way Atsushi can’t throw his arms around Nakajima in a hug then and there. He should say that he’s sorry for ever thinking of Nakajima that way when Nakajima’s only tried to protect him, but…
After a second, Nakajima hugs him back, stiff and awkward and sincere. Atsushi won’t be the first one to pull away.
(He wakes up alone, or as alone as he ever is, but his bed is warmer now.)
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Atsushi
Pairing(s): Atsushi/Atsushi
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 670
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: This shadowy presence that watches him at all times, takes over his body without warning and seems to find pleasure in battle… is actually really cute.
Notes: Got this written while my internet was out, so yay for internet outages I guess??
Li Cheng could not live as a human, but he could never be only a tiger.
Atsushi wonders: is he the human? Or is his inner self, unshackled by fears and the expectations of others, more human than he?
When he dreams of his other half, in a room that might be their bedroom and might be somewhere he’s never seen, neither of them speak. Atsushi works his throat and finds that sound has abandoned him, while his inner self stares with the eyes of a tiger and the expression of a judgmental house cat.
Words are Atsushi’s strength, and he has too few strengths to be comfortable losing any of them. He searches his pockets but comes up with neither pen nor paper. The other Atsushi - Nakajima, Atsushi decides, since he won’t know what Atsushi is calling him in his head anyway - turns out his pockets to show that they’re empty.
He’s spent hours asking himself what he would say to Nakajima if they could meet, and now that he’s settled on the words, he can’t even use them. It’s crueler to put him in this position now, and who knows if he’ll ever have the chance to see Nakajima again - but he’s only silent, he realizes. Not helpless.
He grabs a hold of Nakajima’s hand and squeezes it.
Nakajima jerks when Atsushi touches him, but doesn’t jerk out of his grasp. He stares at their conjoined hands in the way you might stare if you suddenly found a beaver using your electric toothbrush - bewildered and unsure whether you should be disgusted or not.
After a minute, he turns his hand around to hold Atsushi’s properly. Atsushi smiles and gives his hand another squeeze: red colors Nakajima’s cheeks and he turns his head away.
Atsushi never thought Nakajima would be shy, of all things. Then again, there isn’t much to get shy about when battling Taints. Very few of them hold hands, he assumes.
He traces characters on Nakajima’s palm, slowly, carefully.
THANK YOU
Nakajima shakes his head sharply. He traces a word on Atsushi’s palm in return, and Atsushi thinks he would laugh if he could:
IDIOT
This shadowy presence that watches him at all times, takes over his body without warning and seems to find pleasure in battle… is actually really cute.
Nakajima’s hair is slicked back. Atsushi’d known about him losing his glasses, but the other visible differences between them come as a surprise. It would be inappropriate with any other person - but Nakajima isn’t another person, so Atsushi finds himself petting Nakajima’s hair.
It feels like Atsushi’s hair, though Atsushi doesn’t make a habit of petting himself on the head for a perfect comparison. He also doesn’t bare his teeth like Nakajima does, and any thoughts of whether Nakajima might have sharper canines somehow are less important than yanking his hand away before Nakajima severs it from Atsushi’s wrist.
Even the cutest tiger is a deadly predator.
Some of the fear must show on Atsushi’s face, because Nakajima’s snarl disappears as soon as it came, replaced by a somber expression Atsushi doesn’t know quite how to read. It seems… hurt, almost?
Biting his lip, Atsushi holds his hand out, palm up. After hesitating for what feels like forever, Nakajima starts to trace words on Atsushi’s hand, one right after another with no pause to allow reply.
ARE YOU AFRAID OF ME
I EXIST TO KEEP YOU SAFE
I CAN’T HURT YOU
EVEN IF YOU’RE MOCKING ME
YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON WHO MATTERS
Nakajima might have more to say, but there’s no way Atsushi can’t throw his arms around Nakajima in a hug then and there. He should say that he’s sorry for ever thinking of Nakajima that way when Nakajima’s only tried to protect him, but…
After a second, Nakajima hugs him back, stiff and awkward and sincere. Atsushi won’t be the first one to pull away.
(He wakes up alone, or as alone as he ever is, but his bed is warmer now.)