Renga Oneshots

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okay but like imma write alot of fluff, becuase im not the biggest fan of angst and smut. But anyways on with the story!!(note they are now a few years older.)
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The soft glow of the evening light filtered through Reki's window, casting a warm hue over his room. The two of them sat on the floor, leaning against the bed, their legs stretched out and slightly tangled. The sound of soft music played in the background, barely audible over the quiet hum of the fan.

Langa's fingers absentmindedly weaved through Reki's wild red hair, brushing through the strands as if memorizing the texture. He twirled a lock between his fingers, watching it bounce back into place.

"It's so fluffy," Langa murmured with a small smile.

Reki stiffened slightly before slowly relaxing against him. His heart pounded in his chest, the affectionate touch sending a wave of warmth through him. He wasn't used to being touched so gently—not like this, not from Langa. It was different. New. And it made his face burn.

"Langa..." Reki started, his voice barely above a whisper. He turned, burying his face into Langa's chest as if that would somehow hide how flustered he was. His breath hitched slightly at the realization of just how close they were. He could feel Langa's steady heartbeat through his hoodie, the warmth of his body pressing against him.

"Oh—are you okay?" Langa asked, his voice full of concern as he instinctively wrapped an arm around Reki.

"I-I'm fine," Reki mumbled, still refusing to lift his head. "I just don't get it... You never get flustered. At least, not that I can see."

Langa chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in his chest. "That's not true," he admitted.

Reki finally peeked up at him, his eyes filled with curiosity. "Oh? Really?"

Before Langa could answer, the door suddenly burst open.

"Rekiiiiiiiiiiii!"

Reki's little sisters came running in, their voices full of excitement.

Reki sighed dramatically, pulling away from Langa to face them. "Yes?" He rubbed his eyes as if he were already exhausted just by their energy.

"We got new hair stuff! Can we do your hair?" One of them held up a bag filled with clips and brushes, eyes wide with pleading innocence.

Reki sighed again, but this time with a fond smile. "Fine, I guess," he said, giving in almost immediately.

Langa watched the interaction, amusement flickering across his face. He loved seeing Reki like this—so soft and gentle, his usual hyper energy shifting into something completely different around his sisters.

The girls wasted no time, grabbing various hair clips, small hair ties, and brushes. They chattered excitedly as they climbed onto the bed behind Reki, combing through his hair with small, careful hands.

Langa's POV

I sat quietly, watching the way Reki let them push and pull at his hair without a single complaint. He let them do whatever they wanted, smiling at their giggles as they placed clip after clip into his already-messy red locks.

It was adorable.

My chest ached with something I couldn't quite put into words. It was something warm, something overwhelming, something that made my heart squeeze just by looking at him.

I reached out without thinking, gently taking Reki's hand in mine. His fingers curled slightly in surprise, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he turned to look at me, his golden eyes soft and filled with something I couldn't quite place.

He smiled.

That classic Reki smile—the one that could light up an entire room, the one that made everything feel okay no matter what was going on.

"You look very cute," I whispered, my thumb brushing over his knuckles.

Reki's face instantly turned a deep shade of red. "D-don't say that," he stammered, ducking his head as if that would hide his growing blush.

I only squeezed his hand tighter, smirking slightly at his reaction. "But it's true."

Reki opened his mouth to protest, but his sisters interrupted before he could respond.

"Reki, it's done!"

He let out a dramatic gasp, pushing himself up to check his reflection in the mirror. I bit back a laugh as I took in the sight.

Two uneven pigtails stuck out from the sides of his head, secured with small, brightly colored ties. At least five—or maybe even eight—clips decorated his bangs, barely holding back the strands of wild red hair.

Reki struck a dramatic pose. "Wow, girls, this is art! I have never looked better!"

His sisters giggled as he bent down to pull them into a hug. "You guys did great," he told them.

I couldn't help but snicker. "It's... definitely a look," I teased.

Reki shot me a playful glare. "Hey, it's not that bad!"

I just shrugged, still smiling as his sisters eventually scurried out of the room, proud of their work.

I sat beside Reki as he slowly started undoing the pigtails, pulling out the clips and shaking out his hair. It was even messier than before, strands sticking out in every direction.

I reached over without thinking, gently brushing my fingers through it to smooth it out.

"You should style your hair more," I suggested. "It looks good like this."

Reki glanced at me through the mirror, a small, teasing smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? Are you saying I don't look good normally?"

I rolled my eyes, pushing his shoulder lightly. "You know that's not what I meant."

He laughed, turning back around to face me. His hands rested on his lap, but his fingers fidgeted slightly, like he wanted to say something but wasn't sure how.

Then, after a moment, he took a deep breath. "Hey, Langa?"

"Hm?"

Reki hesitated for a split second before leaning forward, pressing a small, fleeting kiss to my cheek.

It was quick, barely even there, but it was enough to make my breath catch in my throat.

When he pulled back, his face was completely red. "I-It's just a thank you," he rushed to explain, scratching the back of his head. "You know, for earlier and stuff."

I stared at him, my heart pounding harder than it had all night.

Then, finally, I smiled.

I reached out, pulling him back toward me until our foreheads touched. "You're really bad at hiding how flustered you get," I murmured.

Reki groaned. "Shut up."

I just laughed, tightening my grip on his hand. "Never."