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Reon x Kenta

I Don't Want to be Alone

The sun is gone, and the wind blows strongly outside. There may be an incoming storm, so GYROAXIA's practice got canceled. Reon though it was a good thing. He could use some solo practice.

Home alone, Reon sits on his couch, guitar and pick in hand. He plays the melody for their new song, but it's a but difficult without Miyuki's drumming or Ryo's bass. Reon sighs and leans back against the couch.

There's a knock on his door, startling him from his train of thought. Reon frowns, putting his guitar down and shoving the pick in his pocket.

Who could it be?

He opens the door. Standing in the door way, is GYROAXIA's guitarist, Kenta Satozuka. Surprised, Reon scans him quickly. His tie is loose, his red hair messy, face flushed red, and his chest heavy. Reon can smell the alcohol on Kenta's clothes.

Out of all places, he choose Reon's house. It infuriated him slightly. Kenta and Reon didn't really get along well for reasons called Nayuta.

"Kenta? What are you doing here?"

A strong wind blows, and Reon shivers. He steps aside and lets Kenta into his house. Despite being drunk, he still had the decency to take off his shoes and leave them by the entrance.

"Can't believe how drunk you are."

Kenta turns around and points a finger at the guitarst.

"I'm not drunk!" His words are slurred together, obviously he's been drinking more than usual.

"Yes, you are."

"I'm not...fucking drunk!"

It's rare seeing Kenta angry, usually he's calm and quiet. Hearing him swear is another rare thing. Actually, Reon can't recall a moment where Kenta had cursed.

"Alright, can you tell the time?" Reon asked.

"Yes," the redhead turns to a clock on the wall, "I'm not fucking drunk."

Reon slaps a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh loudly. He wished he had a camera to record it. Reon should really help Kenta. But it's another rare thing to see him drunk. Yes, Kenta liked wine and did drink it fairly often, just not a lot in one sitting.

Reon sighs and wraps an arm around Kenta's waist, letting his weight lean on him. Kenta graps Reon's shoulder in an attempt to steady himself. He wonders why Kenta came to his house. Maybe he should do some questioning.

Just a little bit of prying.

"Hey, Kenta. Why are you drunk?"

"Cuz I drank too much?"

Reon rolled his eyes. Okay, so maybe Kenta still had a shitty sense of humor. It kind of ticked him off.

"Nice one. Now tell me, why were you drinking?"

"Oh...fuck. Who knowz? I just got thirsty."

Kenta's words are slightly clearer, but it's kind of hard for Reon to understand him. The questioning will have to be cut short.

Reon takes Kenta to the couch, and the guitarist plops down. The redhead rubs his eyes, a quiet yawn escaping his flushed lips. Reon frowns soflty.

Kenta should take his bed for tonight. Sleeping on the couch isn't really comfortable. Besides, Reon still has practice. He glances at the clock that Kenta talked to earlier.

11:00 PM

"Reon."

"What?"

"What're ya thinkin'?"

"I'm thinking you should take my bed tonight."

"Oh."

He grabs Kenta's arm, and again slowly drags him away. Kenta leans against Reon, using him as support.

"Reon."

"What?"

"I'm hungry."

"No, you're going straight to bed."

"Ugh! Okay."

Kenta reluctantly allows Reon to drag him to the bedroom. He stares at Reon, who cutly bites his lower lip as he struggles to drag Kenta. He finds everything about Reon cute.

"Hehehe~"

"What's so funny?"

"Nnnothin'. You look cute though."

"Kenta, you're drunk."

"For fucks sake, I told ya'! I'm not drunk."

Reon heaves a sigh, relief washing over him as they reached his bedroom.

Why did it take so long?

He throws the redhead on the bed, who let's himself be thrown. Reon rubs his shoulder, which aches from Kenta's tight grip. There's a moment of silence, and Reon can see Kenta's expression change.

His face is still red, but his mouth is set in a straight line, and his eyes seemed watery. Kenta shifts in bed, leaving a wide area empty.

"Reon."

"What?"

"Lay down with me."

"Kenta..."

"Please? I don't want to be alone."

The yellow eyed male is taken aback. Kenta was never open with his feelings. Especially with his desires. So it's surprising to hear Kenta ask something. Especially a request like that.

"Fine. But I'm only going to lay down."

Reon fills the space Kenta left, awkwardly lying on his back. Kenta wraps an arm around his waist, gently nuzzling his face into Reon's shoulder.

"Will stay right here?"

Kenta spoke softly, voice barely reaching a whisper. It was so quiet, Reon thought he hadn't spoken at all. He glances down, and Kenta looks at him with hopeful eyes. Almost like a child begging their mom to stay.

"Sure, for as long as you need me to."

Kenta smiles soflty, a bright and beautiful smile that blinded Reon. He grabs Kenta's glasses and puts them on the nightstand.

Well, if he's going to sleep in the same bed as Kenta, he might as well get comfortable. He rolls onto his side, and brings a hand to the red strands of hair. He gently runs his fingers through the soft locks of hair.

So soft.

Reon slowly closes his eyes, feeling the drowsiness get to him. Weird, he thought. He wasn't tired until Kenta got here. He did waste a bunch of energy carrying him.

The warmth of the sun, brings Kenta back to consciousness, his head throbbing in pain. He groans softly, rubbing his eyes. He realizes the limiting space, and slowly raises his gaze.

Kenta's heart jumps at the sight. Reon's chest rises and falls, a steady rhythm that matches the beat of his heart. His hair is messy, but it makes him look hot. Kenta gulps slightly at the choice of words.

So he likes Reon, what's the problem?

The problem is that he got drunk and blacked out along the way. He doesn't remember jack shit. Kenta doesn't know if he told Reon about his feelings nor if he caused problems.

The thoughts and alcohol make his stomach ache. He realizes this pain, and groans softly. His nausea and head ache isn't really helping. Kenta gently pushes Reon's arm, slowly sitting up. He's careful not to wake him up.

His head feels like it's being squeezed under some sort of pressure. Kenta groans again, rubbing his head.

He feels like throwing up. This is not okay. He slowly gets off the bed, his legs threatening to crumble beneath him. The room spins and he doesn't know if he's on the floor or still standing. Kenta can feel the acid rising up his throat.

He cursed mentally and rushes to the bathroom, forgetting Reon's presence. He manages to get there in time to empty out his stomach. He holds his hair back, spitting into the bowl beneath him. He presses the handle, and watched it flush. Kenta waits patiently.

It comes again, the feeling of something going up and the acid burning his throat. He hates that feeling. Not to mention the taste is gross. He just tastes alcohol and puke. Not a good mixture.

Kenta breathes heavily. He feels something grazing his back. He jumps slightly.

"Hey, hey. Kenta it's me. Just relax, okay?"

Reon's voice is soothing and gentle. Kenta actually feels relaxed. He can still feel his stomach acid churning.

"I brought water and aspirin. Take them once you're done."

Kenta nods, feeling the bile rise up again. He mentally curses, and was slightly ashamed. Reon was in the room, afterall. Bearing witness to this mess.

Once he's sure it's over, and his stomach is no longer bubbling, he sighed softly. And gingerly stood up. Kenta opens the sink and rinses his mouth thoroughly. He rinses and spits repeatedly.

"Hey, I got you a toothbrush. I'll get you some clothes and a towel so you can shower."

Kenta nods once more.

"Thank you."

He cringed at the sound of his voice. Weak.

Reon smiles softly before disappearing again. Kenta rubs his head, groaning softly. He burshes his teeth for about ten minutes. There is no way he won't be thorough with his hygiene. Once that's done, he takes the aspirin and gulps down the glass of water.

The door to the bathroom opens again, and Reon leaves a pile of clothes by the entrance along with a towel.

"Sorry if the clothes don't fit you. They're mine."

Kenta tries his best not to blush. Wearing Reon's clothes is a blessing. He silently thanks Reon, who simply smiles in return.

Luckily, the keys of the showers were simple. He turns only the cold water on, and steps in. The cold water wakes him up. Kenta sighs softly, splashing the water onto his face. He just realized he doesn't know where his glasses are.

I hate myself so much right now.

Kenta groans softly. He's been tired recently. Band practice, school, checking in on his brother, taking care of Nayuta. Now that he's alone with his thoughts, it seems strange.

Why the fuck am I taking care of Nayuta?

Kenta grabs a shampoo bottle, making sure it's shampoo first, and squirts some onto his hand. He feels to relieved to shower. He reminds himself that he's at Reon's place. He blushes furiously, the warmth traveling down his neck and lower. He cusses out loud.

After showering, he grabs the towel and quickly dries himself off. Kenta slips the clothes on. It's rather loose around him. A long sleeved shirt, and grey jeans. They're really comfortable too. He exits the bathroom and steps into Reon's bedroom.

The room has obviously been cleaned and organized. The bed is made and the nightstand only has a clock on it. And...

"My glasses. Thank God."

He grabs them and slips them on. He can see clearly now. He smiles softly. Kenta leaves the bedroom and catches a whiff of food. His stomach rumbled, and he noticed how hungry he is.

Reon can cook?

He enters the kitchen and sees Reon by the stove. A song he doesn't recognize is playing, but it's a good song. Reon gently hums to the song, as he prepares breakfast. Actually, Kenta glances at clock, brunch. The song reached the chorus, and Reon began singing.

"Seiippai kono namida kakiwakete"

"Kimi ni subete o ageru kara"

"Onegai dō ka kienaide kure"

"Ano hi mamoru to kimeta, yakusoku wa kono mune ni"

Kenta smiles soflty. He wished he could see Reon's face. And besides, Reon's singing wasn't bad. It's actually really soothing and calming.

"Good afternoon."

Reon turns and beams at Kenta. It's startling, but the redhead doesn't mind. He enjoys seeing Reon smile. And he rarely smiles at him. So he won't comment.

"Hey! How'd ya sleep?"

Reon asks as Kenta takes a seat at the table.

"Not bad. Uhm, and you?"

"Pretty good, actually."

The kitchen is quiet. Kenta feels awkward, but the air doesn't feel that way. He wants to talk to Reon to ignore the weight of the air.

"What are you making."

"Ah, nothing special. Just curry."

The song that was playing hasn't finished, and it reaches the last few lines. Reon sings all of it flawlessly.

"It's a good song. What's the name?"

"Oh, haha. It's Polaris by Blue Encount. It's the opening for My Hero Academia."

Kenta has heard the name before. He just can't recall what it is.

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yeah, the openings are great and Blue Encount is a great band. I like to cover them sometimes."

Kenta nods, and it feels as if the air is lighter now. After a minute of waiting, a plate of curry is set in front of him, along with a spoon. Kenta thanks him, and gingerly scoops up a but of the curry. Reon sits across from him, setting his own plate.

"Oh, it's good."

Kenta comments. Reon smiles and nods, eating some himself.

"Sorry if it's kind of boring. I wanted to make something simple and quick. It's the only thing that came to mind."

Kenta shook his head.

"Now, tell me what happened yesterday."

Kenta shoves a spoonful of curry in his mouth. Wanting to avoid the question, he took his time breaking down the food. Reon sighs softly.

"Fine, don't answer."

Reon angrily stares at the plate in front of him, eating the food little by little. Kenta felt a little guilty. While showering, he did remember what happened yesterday and why he got drunk.

"I'll tell you what happened. But you have to tell me what I did last night."

"Alright."

Kenta gulps softly, poking at the curry with his spoon. He sighs softly and puts the spoon down.

"Wataru called me last night. He told me we had to talk."

"Your brother?"

"Right. Apperantly, my parents got in contact with him. They told him that they wanted to see me and him."

"Wait, aren't your parents divorced?"

"Yeah, Wataru said we'll be meeting them next week. I didn't want to. I told him I wasn't going to. He got mad at me. We had a small argument."

Kenta fiddles with his sleeves, avoiding eye contact with Reon.

"I decided to drink a bit. And, well, you know the effects of alcohol."

Kenta grabbed the spoon and shoved the curry into his mouth. It's good and made by Reon. He'll eat it. Besides he's done talking.

"Oh, uhm, I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Now tell me what happened."

"Oh, okay. You came by my place at like eleven. I let you in and thought you should sleep it off. That's it."

"Did I say anything?"

"Pfft, yeah. You told a clock you weren't drunk."

Kenta blushes madly. Here he was, worried about spilling his unnecessary emotions. But his worst enemy was talking to a damn clock.

"Reon, I'm serious. Anything else?"

"Err, nothing strange. I mean, you asked me to lay down with you because you didn't want to be alone."

Is it possible to blush this much in one day? Yes, yes it is.

Kenta's face grows hot and he looks down at his food. He rapidly eats all of it, wanting to leave the kitchen as quicklt as possible.

"Oh, and Kenta."

"Hm?"

"I think you should talk to your parents."

Kenta nearly chokes on the curry.

"You should be able to rely on them. Of course, that doesn't mean you should trust them right of the bat. I think you should try and fix your relationship with them."

Kenta coughs, startled by the sudden piece of advice. Reon stands and grabs a cup of water. He offers the cup and Kenta takes it.

"Thank you. You did a lot for me."

"Don't mention it. I'd do it again."

Kenta and Reon smile at each other.

"I'll make sure you won't have to."

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