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The rain was coming down in sheets, tapping rhythmically against the windows and creating a muffled drumming sound that filled the room. It was the kind of rain that made everything feel soft and muted, the world outside disappearing behind a curtain of gray. Inside, the apartment was warm, cozy even, and the only sounds were the hum of the air conditioning and the occasional shuffle of feet.
Nagi Seishiro sat sprawled out on the couch, his long limbs tangled in a blanket. His phone lay discarded on the coffee table, the screen dimmed as he had lost interest in it hours ago. His eyes were fixed on the window, watching the way the raindrops streaked down the glass, twisting and turning as they collided. It was hypnotizing in a way—an endless, gentle rhythm that mirrored the restlessness he felt in his chest.
Beside him, Reo sat with his own blanket, a book in hand, though he wasn't even reading it. His eyes occasionally flicked over the pages, but his mind was clearly elsewhere, caught in the quiet of the storm outside. Every so often, Reo would glance at Nagi, and he wouldn’t even seem to notice (or he just didn’t care, as he would catch himself doing the same.)
For all their years of familiarity, for all the time they spent together, moments like these were rare. It wasn’t that they didn’t have time for each other—quite the opposite, actually. But these moments, these still, soft ones, felt like an unspoken luxury. So often, they were caught up in training, in their competitive drive, in the noise of their careers, that something as simple as this—a quiet day with no expectations—felt like a distant dream.
The clock on the wall ticked, and the minutes stretched on in comfortable silence. Reo shifted again, closing the book entirely, letting it fall to his lap as he glanced over at Nagi. He found his gaze lingering longer than usual, studying the soft lines of Nagi’s profile, the way his hair flopped messily over his forehead, and the stillness in his features as he gazed out the window.
"Are you… feeling okay?" Reo asked quietly, breaking the silence. It was a simple question, but it hung in the air, weighted with more meaning than he intended. He wasn’t sure why he asked. Maybe because Nagi had been unusually quiet for the last few days, or maybe it was because he was starting to realize that they had both been carrying so much more than they ever acknowledged.
Nagi turned his head, blinking as if coming out of a trance. For a moment, his expression was unreadable—distant, but not in the way he usually was. It wasn’t the indifference of someone uninterested; it was more like he was lost in his own thoughts, somewhere far beyond the space they shared. But when he caught Reo’s eyes, the moment passed, and the usual nonchalance slipped back into place.
"Yeah. Fine," Nagi replied, his voice as unruffled as always, but there was something about it that sounded… less convincing than usual.
Reo narrowed his eyes slightly, studying him, but Nagi was already back to looking at the window, his gaze distant again. Reo knew better than to press too hard, but something in his gut told him that Nagi wasn’t as fine as he claimed. Maybe it was the way he avoided looking at him, or the strange weight that seemed to settle between them. Whatever it was, Reo could feel it.
Sighing softly, Reo leaned back into the couch, letting his head fall against the cushion. His hand reached out to fiddle with the edge of the blanket, the soft fabric sliding through his fingers. He wondered if Nagi had even noticed how much the two of them had changed over the past few months, or maybe it was just him who had started to notice the difference.
But now, in the quiet of the storm, with nothing to distract them, Reo couldn’t help but think about how much had been left unsaid between them. How much had been left unspoken in general, really.
"Do you ever wonder…" Reo began, trailing off as he tried to put his thoughts into words, "what it would be like to just... stop? To just let everything go for a moment?"
Nagi didn’t immediately respond. He shifted his gaze, though not to Reo. His eyes focused on the rain again, watching the droplets gather and fall away in a rhythmic pattern.
"Stop what?" Nagi asked, his voice low, almost distracted.
"Everything," Reo said, his words coming slower now, more reflective. "The training, the pressure, the expectations... just for a little while. Wouldn't it be nice to not have to think about it all?"
Nagi was silent for a moment, and Reo thought maybe he hadn’t heard him. But then Nagi spoke, his voice softer than usual.
"Yeah. Maybe it would."
There was something about the way he said it that made Reo’s heart skip. Maybe it was the vulnerability in Nagi’s tone, or maybe it was just the sheer rarity of Nagi ever acknowledging that he didn’t have it all figured out. Either way, it made Reo’s chest tighten. He wanted to say something, to reassure Nagi that he didn’t have to carry it all on his own, but the words didn’t come. Instead, he simply nodded, his eyes flicking back to the window.
The rain kept falling, and the silence stretched between them again, but this time, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt... natural, like it had always been this way. Like they didn’t need words to fill the space.
Eventually, Nagi shifted again, sitting up more fully and turning his body toward Reo. He leaned his head back against the couch, stretching his arms above his head and letting out a tired sigh.
"You’re right, you know," Nagi said suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"About what?" Reo asked, shifting to face him more fully.
"About everything," Nagi muttered, his words slow and a little reluctant. "I guess sometimes I just... want a break, too. I don’t know how to stop, though."
Reo could feel his heart clench at the rawness in Nagi’s voice. He knew Nagi didn’t usually show much emotion—wasn’t one to talk about his struggles, his exhaustion, or his frustrations. But here he was, saying it out loud, admitting that even he wasn’t immune to the pressure.
"You don’t have to do it alone," Reo said softly, his voice steady. "You’ve never had to, you know. I’m right here. You don’t need to carry all that on your own."
Nagi’s eyes flicked over to him, the familiar, guarded look returning to his face. But there was something else there, too—something that Reo wasn’t sure he had ever seen before. Maybe it was the way Nagi’s lips parted, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how. Or maybe it was just the way his gaze softened, like the walls around him had cracked for just a second.
Before Reo could say anything more, Nagi shifted once again, this time leaning his head onto Reo’s shoulder. The gesture was unexpected, but it didn’t feel strange. It felt natural—comforting even. And Reo, for all his usual grace and poise, found himself slightly taken aback.
"Thanks," Nagi muttered, barely audible, his voice thick with unspoken gratitude. It was the simplest thing, but it was enough.
Reo didn’t need to say anything. Instead, he reached up and placed a hand gently on Nagi’s head, fingers running through his messy hair in a soothing motion. Nagi tensed for a moment, but then relaxed again, the subtle weight of his head resting against Reo’s shoulder. The two of them sat like that for a while, the rain still pouring outside, but it was as though time had slowed down just for them.
There were no words necessary. Nothing more needed to be said. In the quiet, rainy afternoon, they found a comfort in each other’s presence that neither of them had realized they’d been longing for.
As the rain continued to fall, Reo found himself smiling softly, his heart light. Sometimes, it was in the quiet moments—like this one—that the bond between them felt the strongest.
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As the afternoon stretched into evening, the rain began to let up. The soft sound of droplets tapping against the windows grew more sporadic, eventually fading to a faint patter. The air in the apartment was thick with the remnants of the storm, the quiet hum of the city beyond the windows the only sound.
Reo and Nagi had barely moved since the conversation. Nagi still had his head resting on Reo’s shoulder, his eyes closed, though he seemed far more at ease than he had been earlier. Reo had to admit, he was reluctant to break the stillness between them, even though he could tell Nagi was beginning to drift off to sleep.
But just as Reo was about to pull away, Nagi stirred slightly, lifting his head off Reo’s shoulder. His hair was slightly messy, his eyes still half-lidded with exhaustion, but there was a softness in his gaze that Reo hadn’t seen in a long time.
“Thanks,” Nagi murmured, his voice barely audible but laced with a quiet sincerity that made Reo’s heart skip.
Reo’s breath caught
in his throat, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t have to say anything, though. He simply smiled and pulled Nagi closer, offering the kind of silent comfort that they both needed.
“I’ve got you,” Reo said simply, his voice low but full of warmth.
And in that moment, Nagi let himself rest. Let himself be vulnerable. He let himself feel the quiet safety that Reo offered, knowing that he didn’t have to pretend anymore. Not here. Not with him.
For the first time in a long while, Nagi allowed himself to stop pretending. And Reo, for his part, was content to let him.
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The rain had finally stopped by the time they both woke up from their half-sleep. The room was dim, the last traces of daylight filtering in through the window. The storm had passed, and the world outside was quiet once more.
Nagi stirred first, blinking groggily as he adjusted to the dim light. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but the exhaustion had caught up with him. He yawned and stretched, realizing only then that his head was still resting against Reo’s shoulder.
When he looked up, he found Reo’s gaze fixed on him, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It wasn’t a smug smile or a teasing one—it was just… gentle.
“How long was I out?” Nagi mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
“A while,” Reo replied, his voice still warm with the quiet affection that Nagi had grown accustomed to.
Nagi’s gaze lingered on Reo for a moment longer before he let out a soft sigh, shifting away just slightly. He didn’t want to leave the comfort of the moment, but he knew they both had their own worlds to return to, even if just for a little while.
“Thanks for today,” Nagi said quietly, his tone carrying an unspoken gratitude.
Reo just nodded, the smile still there, soft and understanding. “Anytime.”
And just like that, the bond between them felt a little stronger. The unspoken weight that had hung between them for so long felt lighter, like they had shared something deeper than words could ever convey. For now, it was enough.
The rain had passed, and so had the storm inside of them. The world outside might have been chaotic, but in this moment, in this quiet, shared space, everything felt just right.