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Yotasuke and his mom got into an argument. Ever since he got accepted into Geidai, the arguments were more frequent. His mom would say he would freak out over silly things, but were they ever silly?
That night, the argument felt different. His mom stormed off as usual and Yotasuke couldn’t stomach the thought of going into his room and having his mom give him the same apology as always. It never felt genuine. “Sorry I got mad. It was awful that I got mad. I even got mad at Dad. You know we love you, right?” Yotasuke would lay there, under the covers, eyes wet, thinking, “are you actually sorry? Or are you just saying that?”
Instead of rushing to his room, he decided to rush out the door. He grabbed his winter coat off the coat rack, clumsily put on his shoes, and slammed the door shut behind him. He wasn’t sorry if he accidentally woke up his neighbors; he was fuming and didn’t even bother to think about that. He just walked. Far. Really far. So far he ended up at the door of the last person he wanted to see… well second to last. And like an idiot, he rang the doorbell.
Yotasuke let go of the breath he was holding when Yatora opened the door, and not Yatora’s mom.
“Whoa hey. What are you doing here?” Yatora's eyes were wide with surprise. Yotasuke realized that he forgot that Yatora wore glasses and was a little surprised to see him wearing the chunky green frames.
“I… sorry. I didn’t mean to come here.” Yotasuke attempted to turn to walk away, but Yatora grabbed his arm, stopping him.
“Did something happen? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Let go of my arm.”
Yatora was silent. Yotasuke used the time to attempt to slip out of his grip and try to go… somewhere else. Who knows where? Maybe someone was still at one of the studios. He could stay there for the night. Maybe get some work done too.
“No,” Yatora's grip tightened, “you don't look fine. Do you need to come inside? No, come inside. My parents are asleep.”
Yotasuke wanted to leave. He really wanted to, but a tiny voice in his head was telling him to stay. Yatora wouldn’t judge you. He’s nice unlike you.
Yotasuke's arm relaxed, causing Yatora to let go. He moved to hold the door open for Yotasuke and nudged his glasses up his nose as he walked past him.
“Sorry for the intrusion,” Yotasuke mumbled as he slipped off his shoes.
“Do you want some water?” Yatora asked as he led the way to his room.
Yotasuke nodded. Yatora slipped off to the kitchen once Yotasuke made it to his room.
This was only Yotasuke's second time in Yatora's home. He couldn’t even remember the first time he was over. It was probably for something dumb and unimportant. It was his first time in his room though. When he walked in, his desk lamp was on, illuminating the sketchbook, pencils, and erasers under it. The sketchbook was flipped open to a page with a bunch of random sketches and maybe a plan for a current assignment.
Yatora walked in and closed the door behind him which made Yotasuke jump at the sudden noise. Yatora handed him his water and took a seat at the desk chair, taking a big gulp of water.
“So uhhh… do you want to talk about it? You don’t have to, of course.”
Yotasuke knew that. Yatora couldn’t get it out of him if he wanted to, but Yotasuke felt the urge to. He read somewhere online that it’s good to talk about your feelings… surprisingly…
“I got into an argument with my mom and walked out,” Yotasuke said nonchalantly, looking into his green plastic cup filled with water.
Yatora nodded. “Yeah I get that. Are you okay, though? You seemed really upset when you got here.”
Yotasuke pursed his lips. Was he okay? He did feel a little off but maybe that was because of him being in a new situation? He thought back to what happened. He slipped up and got snappy at his mom. She got upset and gaslit him a little bit as she does. He normally gets upset until she apologizes but the thought of her apologizing made him sick.
He suddenly felt arms around him. “Hey. It’s okay. You don’t have to explain if you don’t want to.”
Yotasuke wanted to feel uncomfortable. After all, Yaguchi Yatora was hugging him. What the hell. But, that wasn’t the case. He accepted it and buried his face in the crook of Yatora's neck.
The cup was gone from his hands and they were on the floor… hugging. It was nice. Yotasuke felt himself relax, and Yatora's embrace grew tighter but not in an uncomfortable way. He wanted him to hug him forever. He felt so at peace that he didn’t notice he was dozing off…
When he woke up, the sun was shining through Yatora's curtains and he was in Yatora's bed. Yatora sat on the floor with his sketchbook in his lap, his head leaning back onto the bed. He was out cold. Yotasuke felt comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. Comfortable in Yatora's bed (after all it was nice and warm), and uncomfortable that he fell asleep in Yatora's house with Yatora's arms around him.
Yotasuke glanced at Yatora and then to the sketchbook in his lap.
What the shit.
It was him. It was a drawing of him sleeping. “I swear to god,” he mumbled.
He sighed and left the apartment as quickly and quietly as he could. Seeing that drawing was embarrassing and frustrating because of how good it was. Well then again, it was Yatora who drew it. It was Yatora…
When he made it back home, his parents jumped off the couch. It was almost eight o’clock. Did they even sleep? His mom rushed to him and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry” she repeated over and over, tears streaming from her eyes.
Yotasuke expected that reaction. His parents wouldn’t get mad at him for walking out after an argument. Well… he wasn’t sure after all, it was his first time.
“Yota, are you okay? I’m sorry. I’m sorry for getting mad at you. Please don’t leave. Please don’t leave without telling us!” She wept.
“Okay,” was all he said.
His mom let go, said I love you, and went to sleep in her bed. He was alone again. He sighed and walked to his room. When he walked in, he grabbed his phone off his desk to see many missed calls and texts from his parents, mainly from his mom. He ignored them and opened his messages with Yatora.
“Thank you for letting me stay over.”