It’s because something about Takeshi’s dimple strikes a cord buried in his head and all of a sudden there’s music resonating in what used to be a hollow memory. “Why are you thinking about that when you’re with me?” Or about me in someone else’s body, I don’t really remember.” Takeshi chuckles and pulls him closer so he can twirl a lock of Yuta’s hair between two fingers. “I was thinking about a dream I had this morning.”
“You’re preoccupied.” Takeshi, the senior who’d caught his eyes during freshman year for being nearly an entire head taller than him, asks when they part, wiping the drool from his lips with the collar of PE uniform.
They’re never consistent, Yuta muses as he pushes a senior against his gym locker, lips pressed clumsily together, his inexperience radiating from his stiff posture and clammy hands. Later, when he knows enough Korean he’ll find out what it’s supposed to say, but the Yuta back then would scrub his hand clean, his eyes wide with newfound awareness. “They’re just dreams.” He would recite, except he would wake up one day with a word scribbled hastily across his palm, written in a language he had never bothered to know until that moment. They’re just dreams, his sister would repeat, so he would write them off as stress-induced hallucinations (until he couldn’t anymore).After all, it wasn’t easy juggling soccer practice and the upcoming high school entrance exams and his case wasn’t helped by the uncertainties that continued to grow alongside him. ‘it’s okay, Yuta-kun, everyone dreams of strangers.’ she would say, but Yuta knows not everyone dreamt of being in the same stranger’s body, over and over only to forget. His mother would comfort him with a hug whenever he woke up crying because he was confused and scared and his mind spotted with blank spaces he couldn’t fill no matter how hard he tried to think. The dreams started when was in his last year of middle school. And when Yuta wakes up to his alarm blaring at six in the morning, he forgets, again.
#Takeshi yuno dreamy days in tokyo skin
He tries, and tries, soaking in all the lines of this body, and all the dips of skin and keeps them etched into his memory.īut the memories trickle thinner with every breath he takes, until there’s nothing left of it but the lingering wonder. Yuta reaches out towards the glass, tracing the reflection that stares back at him -an unfamiliar face, but one he recognises somehow-and this time, he tries to remember. However, if you feel like there is a guy that should be on this list, leave a comment on this post, tell me about him.Eyes that turn amber when the light hits them, framed by thick, dark lashes, a plump bottom lip and a straight, narrow nose that catches tiny little flakes of snow as it flutters down from the sky. I like each of these guys for different reasons and it was really hard ranking them from 10 to 1, they are all just so wonderful *sigh*.Īs with any Top Ten List, this list is based on my opinion, so please put away the torches and pitchforks, because your favorite guy didn’t make the list…Remember this is my list, not yours. These guys are my personal favorites, and this was by far the hardest list to compile. So, I scrapped that idea and instead expanded the list to My Top Ten Favorite Voltage Guys. Okay so this started out as a Top Five List…but I just couldn’t narrow it down to just five guys.
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