Sudden

“Yuu, what’s wrong?” the blonde sighed from across the room. The brunette was pouting at the air and messing with the hem on his shirt. He humphed in response and slouched further into his chair.

The two blondes who were sitting on the leather couch looked at each other and Kouyou shrugged to Akira. The whole day the brunette had not been himself; pouting, missing notes and showing up late to practise. The blondes had offered to stay behind in order to help their friend, giving up their own spare time: not like they had anything to do anyway.

“Yuu!” Akira shouted, trying to shock the other man. He simply sat still and looked the other way, a tear slipping down his face. Akira’s noseband sat next to him; he took it off from the constricting feeling around his nose and put his head in his hands. “Yuu, what’s up?” he tried, more gentle this time. They saw no movement from the other.

Akira felt the other guitarist stand up, giving him a reassuring pat on his shoulder and exiting the room. The blond had multiple reasons running through his head for his friend’s sadness. Yuu was more than sad today; he didn’t want to show up for practise today and threw himself out of bed so the others wouldn’t worry.

Akira took a glance to the door and stood up, “Baby? I care about you, what’s wrong?” he whispered, kneeling in front of the older brunette and taking his hand. Immediately he saw the tears pouring from the chocolate eyes and his heart broke a little bit. His palms grew sweaty and he stood up, burying his head in Yuu’s neck.

Yuu didn’t respond like he would normally, he sat still, letting a strangled cry fall from his lips. Akira sobbed to Yuu’s hidden surprise, his neck growing gradually wetter. “B-baby, what’s wrong” Akira managed to say, his voice being muffled by his boyfriend’s neck. Akira’s hands grabbed at Yuu’s jacket, fisting it close to his body and lifting his head to see the angelic face of Yuu.

The brunette, puffy-eyed and with flushed cheeks laid his forehead to Akira’s, “My mom,” he said, swallowing, “dad says she’s died” Akira let a sob and a cry of horror escape his throat and his tears flowed from his eyes. Yuu bit his lips tightly and did the only thing he could think of: he kissed Akira roughly, their lips, wet from salty tears.

Akira kissed back passionately, his tongue tangling with Yuu’s and his hands grasping for the brunette’s skin. They both pulled away and let rivers flow from their eyes. Ever since Yuu and Akira had met, they had got to know each other’s family; from growing up as teenagers and sleeping at the other’s house, sneaking in kisses and gropes when they watched porn together to being in a band together; Akira having the perfect view of his flexible boyfriend to think up many thoughts that should be kept until after the live.

Yuu froze and pushed Akira away suddenly, curling up into a ball in his chair and staring at the wall. Shocked, Akira lay still, his wrist throbbing from where he landed on it after being pushed to the ground and his eyes ceasing to produce tears. “Y-Yuu-“he said, stopping when the furious eyes met his. He gasped and moved to touch Yuu; only stopping when the other flinched and let out a whine of protest.

“You.” The brunette mustered, staring at Akira, “You kissed me. How dare you kiss me here!” he said louder. Akira couldn’t say anything, his words being stopped prematurely in his throat. Yuu pointed at him with his eyes, his fists clenched at his heart as if in pain.

“Yuu, we’re alone, of course I kissed you-“he said, being cut off by the brunette throwing himself at the flustered blonde. Akira let out a strangled cry when the heavy body lay on his, his lungs being deprived of air.

Yuu stood up, pulling Akira with him and pushing him towards the door, “Get out!” he shouted, repeating those words again when Akira moved to stop him. Akira’s heart pounded, his head muddled in his head and his face still red from crying with his boyfriend. His body was shoved out the door, his head hitting something hard and the hard object grunting.

Yuu was shouting madly at Akira, pain heavily laced through his voice and anger only a small part of that. Both blondes fell to the floor, the last scene appearing before their eyes was the brunette with a sharp knife appearing from his back pack.

Their hearts broke from the pain
No ability to restrain
Nothing separating any more
Just the hard. Cold. Wooden door.