bachira had always been an artsy kid. now more than ever before. rin felt that whenever he visited nowadays, bachira'd be scribbling in that sketchbook his mum got him as a present. not that he minded, he liked seeing bachira so engrossed in his own work. though sometimes he'd wake up from his naps with ink on his skin and silly doodles all over his arms, he found himself not hating it.
"bachira."
"rin-chan?" bachira wasn't looking at him, fully focused on the paper before him, his tongue sticking out as he squinted at the picture.
rin let himself take in everything that was bachira in the moment, he found himself captivated by what he saw. rin sometimes felt like bachira had more sway on him then should be allowed. if bachira was the sun then rin was the planets orbiting around him. bachira was the centre of his galaxy, the only star he'd ever look for and the first he'd find.
bachira was radiant.
rin liked—loved that about him even though he often acted like he didn't.
"...what are you drawing?"
"wanna see?" bachira grinned at him from over the sketchbook. "you have to wait!" he ducked back behind the pages and scooted further away from rin all while childishly giggling.
bachira was radiant and rin let himself soak in the light that he gave.
"it's... you!" bachira exclaimed as he turned the book. showcasing his sketch of the younger. "haha now rin-chan will always be with me! even when you have to leave."
rin let himself take it all in; the intricate lines of graphite, the accidental smudges, himself reflected by bachira's hands, the crinkles in the page from when bachira pushed too hard, bachira's smile, the stains on bachira's fingers, bachira. rin took it all in.
"it's nice. but you've got the real me right here." and rin knew it was corny, cringed at himself a little bit, but he meant every word and he'd follow through. he'd take the sketchbook from bachira's hands and watch his grin slip in his fluster and he'd cup those soft cheeks and stare into those golden eyes and just bask. bask in bachira's presence. "your picture can't do this, can it?" he'd ask.
and bachira would clasp his wrists with gentle led stained fingers and melt into his warm touch and smile adoringly without answering his question and just wait. because bachira was, by nature, impatient, but he'd wait for rin, always.
then rin would close the space between them and planets would crash into the sun in the way rin would allow himself to be fully engulfed by bachira's warm and slightly chapped lips and just bachira.
when they'd part ways and find themselves lost in the universe behind their eyes, bachira'd smile and swipe a thumb across rin's cheek and say,
"you've got led on your face rin-chan."
