i wrote this little thing (it's a reikai) a year ago for a uhm, friend, kind of, we used to be, she just started to ignore me. i deleted it (actually i put on eternal hiatus my old blog) because you know, haunting memories, but i love this to pieces and if more people can apreciate it then i'm good. the original it's in spanish (seriously this language it's romance and pure poetry) and under i tried to do a translation that weren't so rough because the drabble have a rhyme vibe, but whatever (i mean it sucks in english).

Normalmente era Akira el acosador por las mañanas, era el quien se levantaba más temprano, cual madrugador, a vigilar su gesto cansado, la forma en que sus orbes rasgadas y oscuras se acostumbraban a los halos de luz que se colaban traviesos por las persianas, sus labios fruncirse, su diestra entumecida frotarse con parsimonia en molestia, para luego verle a él y cubrirse acongojado, con las mejillas teñidas, el cabello enmarañado y una sonrisa tímida, con el corazón en la mano.
Y no es que le molestará que lo vieran como era, pero es que lo de Akira y él terminaba en disputa con la alarma en la mañana, adoraba verlo dormir, ser lo primero que sus ojos vislumbraran al despertar, tanto como él lo hacía. Qué lástima era tener que ser el acosado, maldecía su reloj biológico y las manías de su amado.

usually it was akira the stalker in the mornings, it was him who woke up early, as if nothing, to see his frown, the way his sleepy dark eyes became used to the naughty light that filtered through the windows, his lips purse, his numb hand rub slowly, then see him and cover his ashamed self, with the cheeks stained, the tousled hair and a shy smile, heart in hand.
and it's not like he was mad as being seen like he was, but it's just that the thing between akira and him ended with a fight with the alarm clock in the morning, he loved watching him sleep, be the first thing his eyes noticed when he woke up, just like he did. what a shame was having to be the stalked, his mind cursed his biological clock and his lover's hobby.

tada!! i'm sor r y

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