The Push And Pull Relationship
Prologue
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"Because you can never go from going out to being friends, just like that. It's a lie. It's just something that people say they'll do to take the permanence out of a breakup. And someone always takes it to mean more than it does, and then is hurt even more when, inevitably, said 'friendly' relationship is still a major step down from the previous relationship, and it's like breaking up all over again. But messier."
― Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby
Seijuurou and Tetsuya.
Sometimes, humans can't really hide secrets well. Their body languages always ruined it by giving out that kind of different meanings. All body parts had their own roles, and even when the human mind interpret that they shouldn't do it, the body parts always played their role.
Eyes told a lot of emotions.
Even for the blunette, Tetsuya, who'd rather boiled all emotions in an uptight face – firm-pressed lips and lazy-kind of eyes had the obvious shown in his eyes. For example, he can't flicker his gaze from a certain redhead. The maya blue pools became focused in an instant they met with a certain colour of dried blood, and they were unable to look away.
From a distance, the redhead was musing, his cheeks tinted red – and excitement pulled over.
Happy.
Seijuurou and Tetsuya.
They're in love with each other.
It wasn't really a kind of an unknown secret actually, but it was untold, at least.
But it was obvious. And both of them knew the actual truth.
I mean they've known each other for a long time – the bad habits and crazy traits, the sweet moments and the inside jokes. Tetsuya knew the redhead was bad news, but he can't help himself indulging the flaws, and he wanted more. He went for some more. And Seijuurou knew he won't be able to stop his addiction towards the blunette. That colour was a drug – stop it, stop it, stop it! – and he couldn't stop drowning in those bright but soft shades.
They have secrets, hideouts, shared music – and flavours and colours – and matching tee shirts.
They have a chance of perfection.
Cheesy.
Seijuurou and Tetsuya.
They're not apparently too shy, well, perhaps Tetsuya is. He loved to be alone, sometimes, and found no comfort in the kernel of loud friends. One was enough, and the one was the redhead.
Meanwhile the redhead was never one too picky, and he wasn't a shy person. Firm, yeah. And frightening, causing others to train themselves discipline once in a lifetime. Still, Seijuurou was a person , often willing to take a step further. Seijuurou was never hesitant. Yet, when the matter turns around about Kuroko Tetsuya, his feet turned jelly and his breath multiplied.
They're not tense to each other. They never did. They went to each other's houses, claimed each other's games and slept on each other's beds – together. But when the winding world of love appeared before their eyes, they became nervous – and so they took a step back.
Perhaps, they were just too scared. There were too many what if's in their heads, and they were too afraid to found out. Sad thing is, they never get to experience it as well. The bad kinds, I mean.
Pitiful.
Seijuurou and Tetsuya.
Crimson and baby blue.
Two opposite colours.
Crimson was a shade belonged to Seijuurou. The shade matted his neatly-trimmed hair, and revealed the bright tone of his skin. And as for his eyes; were a pair of liquid red and raw sienna, sharp and prideful. The angry colour matched his personality; a maniac. A bossy, arrogant yet lunatic – maniac. It was a wonder how the other got attached to the redhead. Perhaps, the colour red also showed the meaning of enigma, and love.
Meanwhile, the colour of the sky was what you can describe Kuroko Tetsuya. A crown of maya blue as his short tresses and cerulean pools for eyes, showed that he was a soft-spoken, invisible – a man with a few words. Yet, it was a colour to control the level of lunacy coming from the redhead himself. A miracle.
How surprising, the colours contrasted but they matched; a mesmerizing combination.
But the colours never swirl, and never get a chance to match.
Dull.
Seijuurou and Tetsuya.
They craved to hold hands, to lock lips and to lie on the bed and press their bodies together. They wanted to be the firsts for each other; in terms of kisses and shares and even sex. And perhaps, they could travel even further than these little things.
They wished to be complete, and to walk the same path till the finishing line. They wished to be the matching puzzle.
They wanted so many, but received less.
It was such a bad news that their paths differ at last, and their wishes never come true.
Sad.
Seijuurou and Tetsuya.
It was a push and pull kind of relationship.
Just how long can they pull through?
Seijuurou and Tetsuya.
Four years after graduation, they met again.
Awkward.
TO BE CONTINUED
Mozu : Such short prologue. I have nothing to say. All I know, I'm tired because of a delayed flight, and a painful butt need to be treated.
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Anyway, thanks to Akakuro fans in That Cat, Mischief! My story almost reach 100 reviews! C'MON PEOPLE! HAHAHA.
My birthday was yesterday. 16th March. Reaching 16 on 16th. Hahaha, it became my quote of the year. Lol.
-Mozu The Mochi (2015)