a character/ship: renga (i hc trans reki)
a song: billie bossa nova ; billie eilist
the genre: fluff ; comfort
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Billie Bossa Nova
Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity
Ship: Reki Kyan x Langa Hasegawa
Warnings: timeskip a few years where they live together. Talk of dysphoria. a little cursing, kinda ooc langa but we’re sacrificing accuracy for the hurt/comfort
Notes: this was so <333 fun i love it i love them i need a langa. also just a little psa to anyone you can disagree (everyone has their own opinion!) but if you hate on trans!reki headcanons don't interact with me
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I'm not sentimental
But there's somethin' 'bout the way you look tonight
“Babe! You ready to go yet?”
“Uh—yeah, almost!”
Reki took a long breath, throwing his t-shirt over his head before he could come in. Langa knocked quietly before entering, walking over to him, standing in front of the mirror.
“Hug?” he asked gently, and when he nodded, he wrapped his arms around his waist. “How come you seem pouty?”
“I'm not pouty.”
“You’re pouting.”
He sighed and turned, burying his face in Langa’s neck. Everything started as a good day, but the longer he went, the worse his head decided to treat him. And now he and Langa were supposed to go on a date they’d had blocked out on their calendars for weeks because they needed free time together, and he felt like shit.
None of his clothes fit right, his hair looked like crap, and the little bit of makeup he put on to try to appear more masculine didn’t help at all—nothing he did made him feel better, either. He’d taken way too long to get ready now, and he didn’t want to go. But he had to, for Langa. He’d be fine till they got home.
“What’s going on, mon amour?” he asked gently. He felt Langa’s hand move from his back to the back of his neck, cradling him gently. “Talk to me.”
“‘M ok…”
Langa sighed and leaned back, just enough to look him in the eye. “Don’t give me that, red. What’s up?”
Reki looked at him for a moment, searching for any sign of insincerity. Of course there wasn’t, though—it was Langa. He should know better than to doubt him. The two of them had been there for each other through thick and thin the last six years and loved each other through it all.
“I’m sorry,” he said, laying his forehead against his shoulder. He squeezed his waist a little tighter, clinging as if he was afraid to let go. “I was fine this morning, but nothing I do looks right today and I just wanna curl up under a blanket and-”
The more he talked, the harder it was to hold back tears. His voice cracked at the last word, so he took that as a sign to stop talking and hugged Langa impossibly tighter. He almost let all his thoughts and feelings get the better of him when he started playing with his hair.
“I’m sorry,” Reki repeated, but this time, he was cut off from saying anything else.
“There’s no need to apologize,” he said, pressing a kiss to his temple. “The whole point of tonight was to just…spend some time together, right? Since we’ve been so busy? So why don’t we just call Joe for takeout and watch a movie?”
He looked up at him, eyelashes damp with tears, and smiled. “That sounds nice, actually.”
“Throw on some comfy clothes, please take your binder off so you don't fall asleep in it, and then you can pick a movie, okay?”
With a sigh, he nodded. “If you insist…”
“I do. And, hey—” he picked his chin up— “you can tell me if you’re having bad days, Reki. You’re going to have them. And I really don’t mind spending an evening in rather than going out.”
Reki chuckled and pecked his lips. “Y’know, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Langa laughed when he picked him up and spun him around, taking the surprise to kiss his face all over. It was amazing how happy they made each other, and just how quickly he could turn bad days into good ones.
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