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[Love Mode] Long-Distance
fandom Love Mode
characters Izumi, Takamiya


The phone rang just as Izumi was climbing into bed, and he knew who was calling even as he reached over to Takamiya’s side of the bed to answer it.

“Hi Izumi I miss you so much do you miss me too?”

“...I saw you this morning, Takamiya.”

“That was thirteen hours and twenty-five minutes ago. I already feel your absence like a hole in my chest, like a burning in my gut--“

“That’s just heartburn, take some antacids and go to sleep. G’night.”

Izumi hung up, switched off the lamp beside him and quickly fell asleep.

***

“So what’re you wearing right now?”

“...Jeans and a t-shirt.”

“What colour is the-- wait, who is this?”

“It’s Shirakawa Naoya.”

“Oh. Ahaha. Hi, Naoya-kun.”

“Hi, Takamiya-san.”

“Is, uh... is Izumi there?”

“Not at the moment. He’s gone to the convenience store to buy some snacks.”

“Oh?”

“We’re going to watch DVDs.”

“...Not the ones from the bottom drawer of my desk?”

“Um. No. I don’t think so?”

“Good, that’s good. Sounds like you’re gonna have some fun, wish I could be there too.”

“How long will you be away, Takamiya-san?”

“At least two more days, I think. I was originally planning to come home tomorrow, but it looks like my work won’t be finished before then. Could you let Izumi know when he gets back?”

“You don’t want him to call you back?”

“Nah, I don’t want to interrupt your fun. Just... let him know I called, and pass on the message, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Thanks, Naoya-kun. Say hi to Aoe for me too.”

“I will. Bye.”

Izumi caught the last word and the sight of Naoya putting down the phone as he entered the apartment. Shrugging out of his jacket, he asked, “Who was that?”

“Takamiya-san called,” Naoya said, and relayed the gist of the conversation, though he discreetly left out the first part.

Izumi was silent for a moment; then he grabbed a DVD and a packet of chips, jumped onto the sofa and said, “Let’s watch this one first.”

***

“Hello?”

“Izumi? Is that you?”

“Uh, yeah. Who else would it be?”

“Well, last time Naoya-kun picked up the phone... what’s all that noise? Are you having a party or something?”

“Yeah, I’m holding an S&M orgy in our living room.”

“Are you rolling your eyes? I can hear you rolling your eyes, Izumi.”

“That sounds like something out of The Exorcist.”

“And it really sounds like you’ve got an orgy going on in the living room. What is all that noise, seriously?”

“Seriously? It’s one of the DVDs from the bottom drawer of your desk.”

“Er. You mean the locked one?”

“I mean the locked one.”

“Oh. Ahaha. Ha?”

“Do you really watch this stuff, Takamiya? Is this what you really-- ohmygod what is he doing with that thing?!”

“What? What is who doing with what?”

“N-Never mind. I think I’m gonna turn this-- ohmygod what the hell is that?!”

“What? What the hell is what?”

“Forget it! There, it’s off. I’m never watching this again, and neither are you.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m setting your porn on fire.”

“Izumiiii~!”

“Shut up, it’s for your own good. I mean, if you ever got caught with this shit you’d probably get arrested.”

“...Do you miss me, Izumi?”

“Huh? What? How did we get from you being arrested to this?”

“Well, the fact that you were watching those DVDs leaves me with only one conclusion, Izumi, which is that you’re feeling lonely and unloved and desperate for the touch of another person, namely me, though you thought that you might be able to ease your pain with the comfort of your own hand--“

“I MISS YOU.”

“...You do? Really?”

“I really really do. I miss you so much that I don’t think I could bear listening to you talking about me touching myself, and can I just say ew?”

“Oh, Izumi, it’s normal for guys your age to feel the need--”

“Look, Takamiya, did you call for a reason?”

“To hear your voice, of course. What other reason do I need?”

“Well, you’ve heard it, so I’m gonna go and burn your illegal shit now, okay? Bye.”

Izumi hung up and tossed the phone onto the sofa behind him, then ejected the disc from the DVD player. Rather than setting fire to it as he’d threatened to, though, he replaced it carefully in its box. He stared at the cover -- a picture of a hugely-muscled man wearing a leather cap and nothing else -- and he repeated softly, “I miss you,” before going to Takamiya’s study to put the DVD back in the drawer where he’d found it.

***

“Hello? Izumi, is that you?”

“...Yeah.”

“What’s wrong? Has something happened? Are you okay?”

“Huh? Why would something be wrong?”

“Well, you only ever call me during emergencies, so I was worried--”

“--that I’d burnt the house down?”

“...Have you?”

“No! Geez, you’re the one who can’t even make toast without setting it on fire.”

“That was only one time, and it was your fault, anyway.”

“My fault? How was it my fault that you made the toaster explode?!”

“You came out of the bathroom naked, Izumi. Naked with water dripping from your hair and onto your beautiful pale skin--”

“Only you could make a conversation about exploding toasters sound X-rated. Not that I called to talk about the toaster--”

“Yes, why did you call? Are you sure that you’re alright?”

“I’m fine! I just... I just wanted to ask... when you’re gonna, y’know... come home.”

“What was that? I didn’t catch the last part.”

“I said, WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME?”

“Um, okay, I heard you this time. Ow. Izumi, go to the front door.”

“Why?”

“C’mon, just do it.”

Izumi went to the door and opened it; Takamiya stood on the other side with a suitcase in one hand, his phone in the other, and a small smile on his lips.

“Hi,” he said, into his phone and to Izumi at the same time. “I’m home.”

Izumi hung up, dropped the phone to the floor and launched himself into Takamiya’s arms. “Welcome home,” he whispered, and knew that Takamiya heard every word -- including the ones he didn't say.


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