Here With You (text)

“Hisoka!”

At the mentioning of his name, Hisoka raised his head, suddenly twice as attentive. That was Noaki’s – his younger brother – voice.

“Yoshirou’s here to see you!”

Hisoka’s breath caught in his throat for a mere second before he recovered, standing quickly. The doorbell had rung, he had heard that, but he hadn’t been expecting Yoshirou; after all, it was still early afternoon on a Friday, probably around three o’clock. That meant Yoshirou had only just gotten out of school… was something wrong? He hadn’t called ahead of time…

Hisoka felt his way to the hallway, though the route was so familiar he hardly needed to. He approached the door just as Noaki excused himself, kindly patting Hisoka’s shoulder as he passed. Hisoka blinked, his heart fluttering happily as he reached out in front of him, the beginnings of a smile tweaking his lips.

His gentle fingertips found their destination – Yoshirou’s face. Yoshirou, in turn, leaned into the touch, closing his eyes as Hisoka traced his face until the older man was assured into was truly him, his boyfriend. He softly cradled his jaw, slid his fingers down his nose, felt the way Yoshirou’s eyelashes tickled his skin and the way his mouth upturned in an affectionate smile. Hisoka had already known it was Yoshirou without touching him – he could tell by the way the younger man breathed, his scent – but both enjoyed the intimate, soundless greeting and so had both silently agreed to initiate it every time they met.

“Yoshirou,” Hisoka whispered, dropping his hand to his boyfriend’s chest.

“Hisoka.” Hisoka heard the other man shift, felt a hand touch his chin and tilt his head to the side as warm lips pressed against his own. Hisoka closed his sightless eyes and consented, lightly sucking on Yoshirou’s lower lip. Yoshirou brought his arm to embrace Hisoka’s lower back as he stepped forward and closed the door behind him – Hisoka heard it shut with a click.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” Hisoka murmured when Yoshirou paused to place tender kisses just beneath his ear.

Yoshirou snuck in another kiss to the lips before replying, “I came directly from school because I want to ask you something.”

Hisoka breathed in quickly through his nose, but otherwise kept his calm. “Oh?”

“Not here.” Yoshirou pulled back, hands sliding to grab both of Hisoka’s. With a gentle tug, he lead the older man back down the hallway, politely greeting Hisoka’s parents – Nowaki and Hiroki – before entering Hisoka’s room and closing the door behind him.

“I’m not in trouble, am I?” Hisoka half teased, taking his place on his bed. He felt it dip beside him as Yoshirou’s weight was added soon after.

“No, not at all.” Yoshirou leaned in for another kiss, cupping Hisoka’s neck with the palm of his hand. He inched closer until their sides were plastered together and it wasn’t long until Hisoka was lying on his back, head on the pillow, with Yoshirou propped up beside him. Hisoka allowed Yoshirou to continue, as he himself was enjoying the attention, but when it seemed Yoshirou wasn’t going to elaborate as to why he was here, he gently nudged him away.

“You’re not in trouble, are you?”

Yoshirou paused – surprised by the question, no doubt – before grunting. “No, that’s not it either.” He let his hand rest on Hisoka’s chest, a reversed role from earlier, fingertips ghosting over the older man’s collarbone from where it peeked through his shirt. “I just… couldn’t wait to ask you something.”

“You did mention that before, yes.” Hisoka smiled, brushing Yoshirou’s cheek with the back of his fingers before rubbing a strand of his hair between his thumb and pointer finger. Yoshirou’s hair was brown, he had been told – the darkest shade between him and his two other brothers. “Anything I can help you with?”

“Y… yes, actually.”

That was odd; did Yoshirou sound… nervous? Hisoka ran his fingers through Yoshirou’s hair, encouraging him to continue.

Yoshirou ducked his head. “I realize now that I probably should’ve waited to ask you, in a more proper setting, with a little more preparation… so please excuse my impatience, but…”

Hisoka blinked, wishing with all his heart he could see Yoshirou’s expression. “But…? Yoshirou, I’m listening.”

“But…” Yoshirou let out a small breath that ruffled Hisoka’s bangs. “Kusama Hisoka, will you go with me to my senior prom?”

Hisoka blinked again, stunned into silence. Oh… It was that time of the year, wasn’t it? Hisoka hadn’t thought that much about it because one, he was a college student, and two…

“You want to take… me?”

“Of course.” Yoshirou’s tone was firm, genuine. “You are my boyfriend… and I love you. That is why I asked.”

Hisoka looked away, despite the fact he couldn’t see Yoshirou’s face in the first place. “I’ve… never been to a dance before…” He bit his lip. “… a-are you sure you don’t want to… well, bring someone else?”

Hisoka could almost picture the scowl on Yoshirou’s face. “Why would I want to bring someone else? Who would I possibly bring instead of you?”

“I-I don’t know!” Hisoka looked back and, damn it all, he could feel tiny tears welling up in his eyes. “Anyone! A pretty girl, someone popular! S-Someone who can—”

“Who can what, Hisoka?”

Hisoka closed his eyes; a small tear cascaded down his cheek. “… someone who can see,” he whispered.

Another lapse of silence. Then,

“I don’t give a damn about that.”

Hisoka opened his eyes. “… what?”

“Ever since I met you, Hisoka, I never once cared if I was dating a blind man. I never saw it as a burden or a weakness – in fact, it’s the opposite, right? You’re blind because you defended your brother against an attacker, and I doubt even a third of the population of Japan could say they’d do the same. That makes you strong.” Yoshirou’s thumb brushed lightly against Hisoka’s scar. “I never once regretted falling in love with you and I never will.”

Damn, the tears just kept coming. Hisoka gazed sightlessly upon the man he loved, the one he had been blessed with, at a loss for words. “I… I’m sorry for doubting you…”

Hisoka felt Yoshirou’s lips against his own, heard the way he moaned softly against his mouth. Hisoka obliged, opening his mouth to allow their tongues to mingle. He felt Yoshirou shift beside him to gain a better angle, one of his hands cradling the back of Hisoka’s neck. Hisoka splayed his hands over Yoshirou’s chest, meeting Yoshirou’s eagerness with his own.

“So is that a yes?”

Hisoka laughed noiselessly, brushing his nose against Yoshirou’s. “If you insist.”

-x-

It was all surreal, being there on the dance floor. Everything was flooding his senses – the deafening music, the overwhelming smell of perfume and sweat, the feeling of bodies pressing in from all sides – and if it weren’t for Yoshirou loyally staying by his side, Hisoka would have been completely and utterly lost. After all, this was his first dance – he hadn’t dared to attend one before, though plenty of his friends had offered to escort him. He hadn’t wanted to ruin their evening.

But Yoshirou was there, had asked him to be there with him, and so Hisoka stayed and learned to enjoy himself. Eventually the music died down, slowing dramatically in pace, and the heat of the lights dimmed. Hisoka raised his head, looking for a cue, and Yoshirou answered his plea.

“It’s a slow dance,” he murmured in Hisoka’s ear; his right hand found its way to Hisoka’s hip, his left interlacing with Hisoka’s hand. “You can place your left hand on my forearm, there, and now we sway from side to side, like this.”

Hisoka followed Yoshirou’s lead obediently, glad for the specific instructions. Yoshirou was always so good like that, he knew what Hisoka needed and never failed to assist when necessary. The fact that Hisoka was here, dancing with his lover – it was hard to believe, and yet the memory would be ingrained in his memory forever. He leaned his forehead against Yoshirou’s, smiling to himself.

“Thank you for coming,” he heard Yoshirou say as they continued to sway and in that moment, it felt like they were the only ones on the dance floor. It was just them, together, in their own little world.

Hisoka shook his head slightly, feeling the tears returning as they had a couple weeks ago. “No, it is me who should be thanking you… all this, it’s… unbelievable, thank you.”

Yoshirou tilted his head, kissing Hisoka slowly, very slowly. “This won’t be the last time we dance together.”

“Oh?” More kissing. “This is your senior year, this is the last dance before you graduate…”

“Don’t people also dance at their weddings?”

Hisoka gasped, pulling away. He was sure his cheeks were a bright, bright red and was thankful that the lights were dimmed. “I – did you just…?”

“Damn it,” Yoshirou cursed, “I let my impatience get the better of me.” He let out a long exhale, squeezing Hisoka’s hand. “That’s not how I planned on proposing, so forget about it. I’ll make sure to ask again later in a more romantic setting.”

Hisoka, despite himself, found himself grinning. “I’d say this is pretty romantic…”

Yoshirou made a noise of acknowledgement, pressing his forehead against Hisoka’s. “I suppose so.”

“Well.” Hisoka squeezed Yoshirou’s hand in return. “Is it possible for me to give you my answer in advance? Though I think you already know what it is…”

Yoshirou hesitated. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Hisoka looked up. “I came here, didn’t I? I can’t have this be the only dance we share together on the dance floor.”