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The night is cool, with the stars dotting the dark sky. It's late, and the roads are empty of anything but a single moped. This moped is carrying two teenage boys, both of which are exhausted after a long day of skating together since that Saturday morning.
Langa is in the front, per usual, his eyelids drooping as he weaves their way through the dark streets of Okinawa. Reki is on the back, arms wrapped around Langa’s waist tightly as the Canadian speeds faster than he probably should be. It's fine, though. Because it's night and no one else is out and it means Reki hugs him tightly from behind.
They're not speaking, but they don't have to. They spoke the entire day prior, shouting and laughing at each other as they skated through the very same streets Langa is navigating now. His throat is dry from the yelling he'd done- he's not used to yelling so much, but when he's having fun with Reki, it's hard not to.
He enjoys his time with Reki. Reki, who is his favorite person in the world. Reki, who is so amazingly kind and fun to be with. Reki, who is the most beautiful and adorable person Langa has ever seen.
The promise ring they’d bought together is a comfortable weight on his finger, reminding him of their devotion to each other. Infinity. That's how long they said they'd be together.
Langa loves driving the moped explicitly for the reason of being close to Reki. The redhead has to wrap his arms around his waist, and press close to him to stay on. He's always so warm against Langa’s back, and Langa cherishes these moments.
Reki leans forward, closer to Langa’s back, and rests his cheek against the back of Langa’s shoulder. His breath catches in surprise- Reki hasn't done this before.
Reki doesn't say anything about it, so Langa doesn't either, but becomes acutely aware of his warm Reki’s face is resting against his shoulder. His chest is pressed flush against Langa’s shoulder blades, and he can feel his breathing and heartbeat.
Langa can feel warmth pooling in his gut and his heart twisting with love and affection. He wants to take this moment and frame it forever, to never leave it. He can hear Reki’s soft breathing just beneath his ear, can feel it brushing against his neck, the tips of his hair tickling the side of his face and neck. Reki’s arms around his waist tighten momentarily, squeezing him gently, his hands brushing against the fabric of his shirt, fingers dancing along his stomach.
It's perfect. Langa almost wants to shut his eyes to drink the scene in, to really fully enjoy it, but when Reki’s lips press a light kiss to the back of his neck, he jolts awake fully, a light flush coming to the edges of his cheeks. He hears a small, breathy chuckle escape Reki, the sound soft and sweet and Langa wants to stop and kiss him deeply then and there.
Reki’s perfect. All sunshine smiles and bright laughter. His eyes the color of the sunsets that serve as their backdrops during one of their long days of skating. His tan skin which can flush so easily, dotted with freckles along his cheeks and shoulders. His calloused hands thay are normally wrapped with bandages which are still incredibly soft and gentle when helping Langa with his injuries. His energetic demeanor and passion for the things he loves. His lips that taste of strawberry and sugar and honey all at once, warm and smooth against his when their mouths meet in a kiss. The way the corners of his eyes scrunch and his eyelashes flutter when he smiles bashfully.
The way he says Langa’s name.
And the way he whispers, “I love you”, like it was a beautiful secret between him and Langa.
He’s perfect. And Langa loves everything about him. He loves him so much, more than anything or one else in the entire world.
Langa wants to do nothing more than to spend all of his time with the redhead. To never be apart. To fully appreciate those sunshine grins and sunset eyes. To drink in the way he says his name, to gently hold his hands in his and pull him in close. To keep him there, curled up together, safe and warm and together.
Reki’s breathing evens out on Langa’s back, signaling that he has fallen asleep. Langa’s heart skips a beat and flutters all at once, and a light smile tugs at the corners of his lips.
All too soon, they make it to Reki’s home. He stops the moped and switches it off, and finally takes a moment to appreciate the moment. Reki resting fully against him, breathing softly, blissfully asleep against his back. Langa could just imagine how his face looked right now; eyes lightly shut, his lips parted slightly open, with a content expression.
Finally, he carefully stands up, going slowly so as to not awaken Reki. The redhead murmurs in his sleep, but doesn't wake up, even as Langa scoops him up into his arms. Langa holds Reki close to his chest, holding his knees with one arm and his shoulders with the other. Reki’s head comes to rest on Langa's shoulder, exposing the exact expression the Canadian had imagined.
He smiles down warmly at the sun personified in his arms, and brushes his lips against his forehead. Reki murmurs in his sleep some more, his eyelids fluttering.
Langa carries Reki to his room, even as his body aches and protests against the exertion of the last of his energy. He manages to slip his shoes off just in the doorway, and once he's reached Reki’s room, he lays him out on his bed, tucking him in. He leans over Reki, lightly brushing the red curls from his forehead.
Reki’s sleeping face is incredibly soft. His lips are parted open, his eyes lightly closed, his breathing deep and even. Langa wants to frame the sight, to never forget it.
The redhead shifts in his sleep, catching Langa’s wrist in his hand. Langa’s eyes widen in surprise, before he smiles once more. Right. Reki has grown to enjoy cuddling with Langa, even in his sleep.
The Canadian carefully crawls onto the small bed beside Reki, wiggling beneath the covers before wrapping his arms around Reki’s shoulders. Reki hums lightly in his sleep, rolling over to face Langa, scooting close until he can press his face in the taller boy’s chest. Warmth floods through Langa’s veins, and he raises one of his hands to cup the back of Reki’s head, tangling his fingers in soft, red curls.
He loves the scene- holding Reki close, both curled in towards the other. Their legs are wrapping together, the pants they’d worn that day brushing together. Reki’s soft breathing against his hand pressed into the small of his back, the smell of his hair as Langa buries his face in the thick, red locks. He's using one that smells like apples, Langa thinks, taking a deep breath of it.
He yawns deeply, his eyelids going half lidded. He's exhausted, but he doesn't want to sleep, yet. He wants to continue basking in this moment, and hope it never ends.
But he can already feel the call of sleep gripping him, tugging him towards darkness. He never has been one to fight sleep, after all. Reki had commented that he probably has the world record for falling asleep fast.
Langa wishes he couldn't, then, as his eyes close against his will. He drifts off to sleep, holding the warmth of the sun in his arms.