Renga Oneshots

moving in

  In this they are 24 and 25 just so you know

The house was small but perfect—two bedrooms, two baths, nestled in a quiet neighborhood in Okinawa. It wasn't anything extravagant, but it was theirs. After years of dreaming, saving, and working through life's ups and downs together, Reki and Langa were finally married, finally moving in together.

The moving truck had long since driven away, leaving behind a mountain of boxes in their new home. Reki stood in the middle of the cluttered living room, hands on his hips, taking in the mess they had ahead of them.

"Langaaaaa, what's in this box? It's so heavy," he whined, attempting to lift a particularly stubborn one.

Langa, balancing three other boxes in his arms, merely shrugged. "No clue. I have, like, five identical boxes, and I honestly don't remember what's in any of them."

Reki let out an exaggerated sigh, dropping the box back onto the floor with a loud thud. "Great. Love that for us."

Despite the chaos, there was something undeniably special about this—starting a new chapter of their lives together. They spent the next few hours dragging boxes inside, unpacking what they could, and setting up the essentials. Clothes were haphazardly hung in the closet, the bed was made with slightly wrinkled sheets, and Reki, despite being exhausted, insisted on making dinner while Langa handled the bedroom.

"Langa! The ramen's ready!" Reki called from the kitchen.

Not even a second later, he heard footsteps shuffling toward him. He turned to see Langa, looking all too eager, walking in with the same energy as a puppy responding to a treat.

"We still don't have a table," Reki mused, glancing around at the scattered furniture pieces they hadn't put together yet.

Langa nodded toward the open sliding door. "Porch?"

Reki grinned. "Porch."

The night air was cool, a refreshing contrast to the exhaustion of moving all day. They sat side by side on the wooden porch, bowls in hand, their legs stretched out in front of them. The soft glow of streetlights illuminated the neighborhood, and a few distant crickets chirped in the background.

Langa took a bite of his ramen and hummed in approval. "This is amazing."

Reki immediately turned red. It didn't matter how long they'd been together—pet names still got him every time. "Uh, yeah, thanks, Snow." He quickly stood up, stretching to shake off the warmth creeping up his face. "I'll wash the dishes."

As Reki collected their bowls and went inside, he felt Langa's presence behind him almost immediately.

A pair of arms wrapped around his waist, and Langa rested his head against Reki's shoulder.

Reki exhaled softly, his body instinctively leaning into the touch. Langa was warm, and his presence was grounding.

"You're so clingy," Reki teased, though he made no move to escape the embrace.

Langa only hummed in response, tightening his hold slightly.

A few moments passed before Reki spoke again. "Hey, Langa... I wanna go shower."

Langa sighed dramatically, loosening his arms. "Fine."

Reki chuckled, patting Langa's hands before heading upstairs.

After showering, Reki towel-dried his hair, stepping into their bedroom feeling refreshed. "Hey, you can go shower now," he called to Langa, running a hand through his damp strands.

Langa, who had been scrolling through his phone, barely looked up. "Mmm, I showered this morning. I'll take one tomorrow."

Something about his tone made Reki pause. He furrowed his brows, watching as Langa turned away, curling up on his side.

"...Uh, okay?" Reki climbed into bed, sitting next to him. "Snowww—"

No reply.

Reki sighed, shifting closer. "Babe, why are you ignoring me all of a sudden?"

Langa rolled over onto his back, staring at the ceiling. His voice was quieter this time. "Because all day, you've been ignoring me."

Reki blinked. "Huh?"

Langa let out a slow breath, turning his head toward Reki. "You've been so busy unpacking and cooking and moving things around that you completely missed every single sign I gave you."

Reki tilted his head, genuinely confused. "What signs?"

Langa gave him a pointed look. "I tried to hold your hand when we were unpacking. You pulled away. I leaned on you when we were outside. You got up. And don't even get me started on earlier when I was hugging you in the kitchen."

Reki's eyes widened. Oh.

Oh.

He mentally replayed the day, realizing that Langa was right. He had been too caught up in making sure everything was in order that he hadn't noticed the small things—Langa's subtle (and not-so-subtle) attempts to get close to him.

Reki sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, Snow. I wasn't trying to ignore you, I swear. I just wanted to get everything done, but... I should've paid more attention."

Langa simply watched him, his blue eyes searching Reki's face for sincerity.

Reki, determined to make up for it, shifted onto his knees and leaned down, brushing his lips gently against Langa's.

The kiss was soft, slow—an unspoken apology.

Langa's initial stillness melted away as he reached up, threading his fingers through Reki's damp hair and pulling him closer. Reki sighed into the kiss, letting himself sink into the warmth of Langa's embrace.

When they finally parted, Reki rested his forehead against Langa's, their breaths mingling. "Better?" he murmured.

Langa hummed. "Almost."

Reki chuckled, pressing another kiss to the corner of Langa's mouth before shifting to settle against his chest. Langa immediately wrapped his arms around him, holding him securely.

"I missed this," Langa mumbled against Reki's hair.

Reki's lips curled into a small smile. "Me too."

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other beneath the blankets, their bodies pressed close. Reki absentmindedly ran his fingers along Langa's arm, tracing invisible patterns.

"You really are clingy," he whispered playfully.

Langa smirked. "And you love it."

Reki pretended to think about it. "...Yeah. I do."

Langa pressed a lingering kiss to the top of Reki's head before whispering, "I love you."

Reki's heart did a little flip, even after all these years. He tilted his head up, meeting Langa's gaze. "I love you too, Snow."

Langa smiled, his hold tightening just a fraction. "Good. Now go to sleep. You've had a long day."

Reki yawned, nuzzling closer. "Yeah, yeah..."

The last thing he felt before drifting off was Langa's hand rubbing slow, soothing circles against his back.

Reki fell asleep to the comforting rhythm of Langa's heartbeat.

And somehow, that made the house feel even more like home.