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(fic) sk8 the infinity | tadashi/ainosuke
I had a sudden tadaai feeling
"Tadashi." There's the same tremble in Ainosuke's voice as there has been since he was a child but the way he says Tadashi's name is different now. Before, it sounded like a supplication. Now, even with the shine in his ruby red eyes, he sounds like a master calling for their dog. "Tadashi, I saw them. Without me. They were so happy, like—like nothing else mattered. Like I didn't matter."
"Ainosuke-sama," Tadashi says evenly. He doesn't ask who they are. Recently, Ainosuke's narrow focus has widened just slightly. He no longer focuses only on the skateboard under his feet, but the two who skate at his sides.
"Why do they want each other, but not me?" Ainosuke demands. "Why not me?"
This is heading into dangerous territory, Tadashi knows, because Ainosuke is backing him up against the shut door. There's a light in his eyes that promises nothing good.
"Tadashi," he says, softer this time but no less demanding. "Kiss me."
"Ai—"
"Kiss me," Ainosuke insists. "I want to know what it feels like. Why they spent so long doing it. What's so good about it."
Kikuchi Tadashi knows at least five different ways to take a bullet for his master's son, but has no idea how to respond to this. He swallows hard and straightens his back.
"It's like this, Ainosuke-sama."
"Tadashi." There's the same tremble in Ainosuke's voice as there has been since he was a child but the way he says Tadashi's name is different now. Before, it sounded like a supplication. Now, even with the shine in his ruby red eyes, he sounds like a master calling for their dog. "Tadashi, I saw them. Without me. They were so happy, like—like nothing else mattered. Like I didn't matter."
"Ainosuke-sama," Tadashi says evenly. He doesn't ask who they are. Recently, Ainosuke's narrow focus has widened just slightly. He no longer focuses only on the skateboard under his feet, but the two who skate at his sides.
"Why do they want each other, but not me?" Ainosuke demands. "Why not me?"
This is heading into dangerous territory, Tadashi knows, because Ainosuke is backing him up against the shut door. There's a light in his eyes that promises nothing good.
"Tadashi," he says, softer this time but no less demanding. "Kiss me."
"Ai—"
"Kiss me," Ainosuke insists. "I want to know what it feels like. Why they spent so long doing it. What's so good about it."
Kikuchi Tadashi knows at least five different ways to take a bullet for his master's son, but has no idea how to respond to this. He swallows hard and straightens his back.
"It's like this, Ainosuke-sama."