𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Lovesick

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Summary: For about a month, Leorio had been consumed by dirty dreams involving his best friend, Kurapika, which eventually bled into the daytime, and thus, his grip on reality weakened as a result. Leorio succumbed to the Kurapika in his mind, while inadvertently pushing the Kurapika in reality away. Though, he was still unsure whether their 'relationship' should remain strictly fantasy, or whether the constant sexual dreams were a symptom of secretly wanting more.

Author: mika_does_retcon (on ao3)

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Leorio couldn't bear to rip his eyes off of Kurapika's golden blonde locks cascading over each curve and hill of the pillow, even daring to shroud parts of his blue irises from their sole admirer. So gently, as to not disrupt the delicate blonde, Leorio brushed the loose strands from Kurapika's eyes. A rare smile exposing the beautiful curve of Kurapika's beautiful lips acted as Leorio's reward. Such a simple action had never before rendered Leorio as shy!

"Leorio..." he lovingly sighed as he reached up towards the boy he'd so warmly addressed, aiming to caress his cheek. Kurapika's mellifluous voice rustled the silence that existed between them like a swarm of flustered butterflies. Leorio didn't care. In fact, he welcomed Kurapika's intrusion!

But...Kurapika's seemed to linger so regrettably far away from Leorio. The longer the movement took, the lonelier Leorio felt. Swallowing his nerves with a thick gulp, Leorio guided his hand to its destination against his cheek, and suddenly, everything stabilised within him. Cradling the impossibly warm hand against his cheek was an impossibly rare, once-in-a-lifetime event only Leorio would ever experience. This was their connection; their unbreakable chain linked with magic; from hand to hand, from hand to cheek.

Responding to Kurapika's gentle beckoning might waste their precious, intimate time together, but something compelled Leorio to respond. With what - a question, an answer, a request, a similar call of Kurapika's name? The solution did not have the pivotal solution Leorio craved. Responding with some sweet nonsense seemed natural to Leorio, but the moment Leorio opened his mouth, Kurapika replaced whatever would leave his mouth with a soft kiss.

"Leorio..." Kurapika murmured, his comforting tone cradling Leorio along with his lithe arms around his neck. The sound permeated Leorio's ears with the haunting sigh of his name, repeating over, and over, and over again in his mind. "Leorio..."

"Leorio!" The sharp, angered voice of his teacher interrupted his pleasant daydream. The shock drove Leorio to scramble to a standing position from his wooden school desk and almost dropping the textbook perched in his hands. After being ripped from his hazy, dreamlike state, Leorio became overwhelmed with nauseous dizziness. Falling or fainting in the middle of class seemed less than desirable in his current predicament, so Leorio steadied himself as best as he could.

"Y-Yes, Satotz-sensei," the brunette stammered, attempting not to look as fearful as he felt internally. All of Leorio's classmates' eyes stared at him incredulously, leading Leorio to ponder how long, if at all, he spaced out for! Beginning to flush and break into a light sweat, Leorio felt he stood under a bright, balmy spotlight on a stage, unprepared for a spontaneous speech. In essence, Leorio was currently under the mortifying scrutiny of his entire class, so he might as well have been under a spotlight.

Adding to the judgement, the teacher's eyes brimmed with disappointment and irritation the longer he stared at his student, who grew increasingly more uncomfortable. "How nice of you to finally rejoin us after attempting to grab your attention three times," Satotz commented in a dry, unimpressed manner.