Thread by @pistol3hearts

Angst w/ happy ending | growing pains

#arankita but it's Kita who's incredibly oblivious.

He just rolls with it when Aran wraps a hand around his waist while talking, when he links their pinkies while buying their usual ice-creams at the side of the road. +

When Aran whispers distantly on how much Kita changed him.

Kita thought that their relationship was going to become distant according to the plans they've made, the discussions they've had of how jarring it would be to not see each other.
In the comfort of a classroom, familiarity of a volleyball passed between both of their fingertips.+

Yet they talked and talked, grasped for all the time they could spend together - even after losing to Karasuno.

Kita initiated most of them and didn't know why Aran felt more welcome in his home than Kita himself.
Why Aran looked dangerously beautiful while sitting on his bed,+

watching him play the violin.

How Aran dozed off a lot of those nights with his head on Kita's shoulder, only to wake up and run home while apologizing to his mom on the phone.

Kita didn't notice till bedtime, till he was in his sheets - that he wanted Aran to stay the night. +

Kita didn't realize what Aran meant when he said to him, in the thicket of one of their discussions -
"I think our paths have and will make us truly happy."

Aran had then turned and smiled at Kita, away from the bedroom window and Kita didn't realize the tears in his eyes. +

It was almost as if the wind was knocked out of him, pressure on his chest fluttering to push tears out of his eyes. His heart pounded in his head, unlike all the times the duo had played together.
This was different.

It was painful, yet turned out to become consistent. +

As time swept them both apart.

Aran was only available on a television screen, the big TV box all run down from the shows Kita'd watch with his grandma. The place had turned humid since Aran left, summer running it's course with good harvest.

Time, honesty and discipline took +

away the concentrate of longing and loneliness washing up Kita's throat, his body growing with the throbbing in his head and chest.

He missed the hand around his waist, a phantom limb grazing his spine as he talked to Osamu on the phone - alike to how it was in high school. +

Kita didn't know why he felt a finger graze his pinky, realizing it was his own when his eyes slipped open. He was back in bed for the nth time, shrugging his thin blanket on.

One thing hadn't changed, he still wished Aran would spend the night. +

Aran hadn't said anything when Kita let the tears fall then, but his smile turned softer. As if Kita had lit up a candle to smolder the edges of a joyous grin from his lips.
The image was warm and sweet, comforting.

Aran wanted Kita to cool his grin to a soft kiss, soft enough +

to make him forget.
On how they lost then and how they would fall apart.

All Aran could think of, as Kita picked up his violin while avoiding Aran's gaze was that Kita was burning bright, glowing in the golden beams that passed through his bedroom window. +

Aran concluded that he still glowed, shining bright with a smile when he had showed up at Kita's door.

After a few seasons and time to turn into a pro player, he felt the tied thread between them had turned long enough.

"I missed your cooking, Shin." +

Aran's toes played together after he shrugged his shoes at the genkan, quietly placing the bouquet of sunflowers above the shoe-rack.

"Why don't you just say it, that you miss me too?"
Aran laughed into the sentence but his voice died out when Kita stopped leading him into the +

house.

"I missed you, Ojiro."

Aran felt the warmth of his cheeks with the palms of his hand, a little out of breath when Kita stepped towards him.
Kita placed his hand on top of Aran's, smiling at his cheeks being pushed together.

"I know I've missed you very much." +

Aran felt soothed, his arms encircling Kita's waist as their lips met.

Kita looked through his mind like a pretty scrapbook, his eyes closing with realization. There was no reason to find, about why Aran was as he was with Kita, only that he did so forever. +

Aran's face was held akin to a prize, Kita's calloused fingers stroking the skin of his cheeks.

Their lips pulled away to press against each other, small pecks turning into a series of kisses through the hallway.

"You'll stay the night?"
Kita whispered as he stirred a pot +

full of curry, his eyes wide when Aran kissed the nape of his neck. Kita moved to rest his head on Aran's shoulder, sighing as he felt Aran's chest against his back.

"I've a month."
Aran laughed at Kita swiftly turning around, giving his brightest smile after sharing another +

kiss.

Kita's heart could bloom no further, his head spinning more than grounded with stuck notions of loneliness as Aran held him. Told him how much he missed him.

Showed Kita by pulling him closer by the waist as they talked to Kita's neighbours, introducing himself and +

letting Kita drag him inside with a bag of leftover curry and rice in his hand.

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I wanted to write some Arankita after reading @discokonomi's wonderful arankita thread -

https://twitter.com/discokonomi/status/1623425120789270531?t=tOKk7RQQgiYhKLsNmFqzbQ&s=19