For someone who could read people with ease, Ryou sure had to put up with some tricky situations. You see (in all the metaphorical, non-practical sense of the expression), he was aware he lacked bits of information, though ESP was enough to supply those — and most of the time even more information than necessary, but that was not the point. Even if it wasn’t enough, such occurrences were too rare for him to care about them.
Except for Teruki, who seemed to occur more often than not, and seemed to have a penchant for unknowingly leaving Ryou disoriented.
Sometimes, Teru would shine the same way he did when he whispered by Ryou’s ear. Except there were no words, no dirty secrets, just a gentle shimmer that touched his skin and tried to convince him to get closer. It lasted for no more than an instant, just a flicker that Ryou knew carried more meaning than he could get, but was too short for him to gather the courage to react. What is it, he wondered, and what does he want, but never dared to voice his thoughts for a reason or other — indifference, surprise, bad timing, he hadn’t asked the first time and now it felt too late.
Until one day, when Teru sat on the bed with his school things, a ridiculous amount of snacks, and a Ryou that clearly would never respect his studying schedule, and did the thing. Out of nowhere.
Teru wavered once, twice, and that was it. No more, no less; just like it had been before. Like a whisper, a breeze almost too light to be noticed — it was there and then it wasn’t but it still made Ryou frown, frustrated. Although it obviously wasn’t a bad sign, he still had no idea of what it meant precisely, and much less why Teru would interrupt his precious studies to throw it at Ryou like this.
“Shouldn’t you be concentrating on your math?”
“Yeah, but you’re occupying most of the bed,” Teru said, “it’s annoying.”
“Oh, it’s okay, I understand, I’m so distracting...”
Teru did the lovely annoyed sigh and Ryou felt like sprawling all over his school work. Instead, he let the boy whisper asshole as if it had nothing to do with him and basked in the warm glow of Teru’s restrained smile.
And then the flicker again. Once, twice, gone. It made Ryou’s stomach curl and he wondered if he had been interpreting it the right way.
“What did you do?”
Teru’s aura retracted, then flew out of him in a curious buzzing. “What do you mean what did I do?”
“What you just did, Teruki. You literally just did it.”
“That’s exactly what I want to know.”
“Do you mean this...?” And he did it again, as if twice in an afternoon wasn’t enough — flicker, flicker, nothing more. “You don’t know what it is.”
Teru didn’t sound like he expected an answer but Ryou shook his head anyway. Suddenly, he felt odd, self-conscious. Asking Teru to explain something that seemed so natural to him… it was a bit like scratching the scab of a small cut until it fell off. But he quickly pushed the feelings away. Not the time nor the place and curiosity was still there to distract him.
“I winked at you.” Teru smiled and did it again, again, again.
Ryou was winked at a total of six times today and today only. “Oh.”
“I thought you could tell,” he chuckled. “You always act like you can.”
Waving a hand dismissively, Ryou came up with a half-assed explanation. “Yeah, because if I said something you’d probably stop, and it’s not really bad or anything.”
“I wouldn't just stop,” he said in a firm tone, even if Ryou had enough proof to question him. “I'd just tell you to wink back.”
“Wink back, huh.”
“Yeah, you should start doing it. ’Cause, you know, reciprocity and shit.”
Ryou frowned and Teru's aura did one those worried bursts of movement.
“It’s just— just turn to me with your eyes open, then close and open one of them very quickly.”
Not an idea that he was very fond of, but as long as it kept Teru away from those stupid notes he could play along. Ryou sighed. Supposedly, there was a first time for everything, right. He turned his face towards Teru, sensing his glow washing over him in that inviting way and almost prompting Ryou to reach out for him. However, he simply opened his eyes and did as he was told.
Or maybe not really.
“With one eye, you moron!”