#literally clawing at my own face over this one. mikhail was so ready to give it all up for vitali

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1 for mikhail? >:)

DON'T LEAVE [x] characters >> mikhail koshechkin (oc), vitali dobrynin (oc) total >> 1.8k words warnings >> alcohol mention, nudity mention, smoking mention

Mikhail was pulled from deep slumber by the blaring sound of his alarm. He groaned, turning on his back as he reached for his nightstand; his hand found the device earlier than he had anticipated and he accidentally knocked it on the ground, silencing it instantly.

He groggily rubbed his eyes, allowing his breathing to stabilize and taking a moment to properly wake up; while not entirely sure how long he had slept, he knew it couldn’t have been long, well aware of the fact he had seen the clock strike two- and class started early in the morning.

‘Morning,’ he mumbled when he noticed movement beside him. Vitali groaned in response, turning on his stomach as he yanked the covers over his head, pulling them from Mikhail’s half naked body and leaving him entirely exposed in the brisk air of his bedroom.

Not a morning person. Never had been.

Mikhail smiled and glanced to his left, watching Vitali shift underneath their blanket, strands of his long, bleached hair sticking out from the top. He gave the covers a tug- Vitali immediately kicked his leg at him, and Mikhail was only just able to dodge the incoming attack.

‘Could I have some of that back?’ he asked, rolling on his side and tugging a little harder now. ‘It’s cold.’

‘Get your own,’ Vitali responded, his voice muffled and still hoarse from sleep.

‘Can’t. You’re hoarding it.’

‘Fuck you.’

The covers moved- Vitali finally lifted his head, kicking the blanket down with his feet and he turned to look at Mikhail, eyes only half open. The bun he’d put his hair in was partially undone, hanging low in his neck- he blew some loose strands out of his face, and grimaced when one fell right back and hit his eye.

‘Always so charming,’ Mikhail joked, reaching out to brush the strand out of Vitali’s face. ‘How did you sleep?’

‘Not long enough,’ Vitali answered, lying back down and pushing the blanket closer toward Mikhail again; Mikhail gratefully grabbed the edge and pulled it over himself, the warmth of the sheets and Vitali’s body comfortable and welcoming.

Exams were closing in, but they still had to go to school, their teachers scrambling to get all the remaining course material in before their mandatory one-week break. Vitali was not worried, able to get decent grades with minimal effort- and sometimes even less- but Mikhail definitely was, even though he had been doing well thus far and even though he knew Vitali would help him-

Secretly, he also just did not want all of it to end yet. Sure, high school sucked- and the sooner he got out, the better- but he knew it would also mean saying goodbye to Vitali, for at least a little while, considering they were both planning to continue their studies elsewhere.

Sure, they would stay in touch, but it would still be different. They would no longer see each other every day, and they would no longer get to spend their weekends together. Mikhail knew he could be away from him, but truth was-

He just really didn’t want to.

‘Fuck, I’m so tired.’

Vitali groaned and rolled closer to Mikhail, pressing their bodies together- neither of them wore any upper body clothing and Vitali’s skin was warm against his, cheek pressed against his chest as he slowly wrapped his arms around Mikhail.

‘Hey- we have to get up,’ Mikhail said, barely able to contain his laughter as he tapped Vitali on his shoulder to get his attention; he immediately had to do it again with his other hand, and cursed under his breath when the tic repeated itself three times in a row.

‘We do not have to do anything,’ Vitali mumbled, tightening his grip on Mikhail’s torso and draping one leg over him as well. ‘Let’s just… Let’s just stay here a little longer. It’s fine.’

And fuck, Mikhail wanted to- if it was up to him he would stay there with Vitali all day, lying in bed together, maybe getting out for a bit to grab something to eat, smoke, and then go straight back and talk about nothing for hours and hours on end-

‘Going to make me fail English class like this,’ Mikhail said, softly running his hand through Vitali’s hair. ‘My father will kill me.’

‘Let him try.’ A pause- slightly uncomfortable for some reason, and Mikhail felt Vitali shift and loosen his grip. ‘Material is…not that difficult. I could- I could help you. And you know I will.’

A gentle attempt at convincing him to stay, but simultaneously giving him permission to go.

Mikhail clenched his jaw and and lay unmoving, focusing his attention on Vitali’s fingertips drawing small circles on his skin. He couldn’t afford to fail; and his father really was the least of his concerns. If he wanted to study medicine there was no room for failure, and Mikhail was well aware of that.

He slowly moved, gently pushing Vitali’s leg off his own and he turned slightly, getting ready to stand up-

‘Please don’t leave.’

Vitali’s voice was small, and barely audible. Mikhail had already sat up- he stopped in his tracks, and turned to look back at him.

Obviously he had been referring to the moment they found themselves in; though Mikhail couldn’t help but notice the words that had left his lips had sounded a lot more loaded than necessary, and a knot took shape in his stomach.

Vitali slowly sat up as well, covering his chest with one arm as he shuffled a little closer and he dropped his chin on Mikhail’s shoulder.

‘Please,’ he mumbled again, resting the side of his head against Mikhail’s cheek. There was a somberness to him, all of a sudden; possibly the hangover, possibly the questionable amount of sleep he’d had- or possibly the fact that in only a couple of months, they would-

Mikhail carefully leaned in to Vitali’s touch, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply as he pushed the thoughts out of his head. There was no need to think about any of that, now- they still had time, plenty of time, and whatever would happen after their graduation would be a problem for later.

‘Not going anywhere,’ he said, making sure to speak loud enough for Vitali to hear him without his hearing aid. He turned toward him to carefully wrap his arm around Vitali’s waist, and softly kissed his forehead when Vitali leaned in even closer and placed his hand on Mikhail’s thigh.

‘Guess taking one day off won’t kill me,’ he continued, drawing a soft chuckle from Vitali’s lips. ‘But if it does- your fault.’

‘I take full responsibility. If you die- do I also get all your stuff?’

‘My stuff? Have you not taken enough of my clothes already?’

‘Hey. If I had been taller you would have done the same.’

Vitali lifted his head again and pressed a kiss on Mikhail’s cheek, before moving back towards the wall and sinking down onto the mattress. Mikhail joined him- respectfully averting his eyes when Vitali stretched his arms out above his head- and pulled the covers back over the both of them.

‘You know what we should do this weekend?’ Vitali asked, lowering his arms again and resting them on top of the covers, fingers clasped together.

‘What’s that?’ Mikhail rolled on his side, placing his elbow on his pillow and resting his head on his hand.

‘Go to beach.’ Vitali smiled lightly and wiggled his eyebrows. ‘Mother is having one of her stupid rich people parties- I think we should crash it. And get really drunk on whatever horrible wine they have, watch sunset, and swim naked.’

‘Right, right. Get radiation poisoning.’

‘Water’s not irradiated.’

‘Sure.’

‘Scared?’

‘Me? Never.’

Vitali’s lips curled up in a smile and he reached out for Mikhail- he suddenly pushed him against his chest, successfully knocking him over, and Mikhail nearly rolled out of bed.

‘Oy, blyat-’ He caught himself mid-air by pressing a hand down on the floor, and Vitali snorted, quickly grabbing his other arm to drag him back onto the mattress.

‘Sorry,’ he sheepishly said. ‘Forgot you weigh nothing.’

‘Could have killed me,’ Mikhail muttered, sinking back into the sheets and pulling Vitali toward his chest. ‘Warn me next time you initiate a murder attempt.’

Vitali did not respond, draping his arm over Mikhail’s body and sighing contently as he closed his eyes again. Mikhail wrapped his arms tightly around Vitali’s shoulders, eyes slowly panning through his room as his mind wandered off again.

He wondered what it was going to be like. They still had a vacation together- a month or two of freedom, doing whatever they pleased without a single worry about the future- but then Mikhail would move to Charter Hill and Vitali would stay in Wellsprings, or perhaps move to the Glen-

But either way, they would be apart. Same city, not even all that far away, but- they would both be busy, dealing with school, and their own lives. Maybe Vitali would find himself a partner- hell, maybe Mikhail would- and maybe they would fail to keep in contact, and they would disappear out of each other’s life-

Mikhail clenched his jaw and pushed the thought aside. Of course that wasn’t going to happen- why would it? He glanced down at Vitali; he looked peaceful, eyes closed and lips slightly parted as he snored softly, his head heavy on Mikhail’s chest.

Don’t leave.

It was nearly enough to make him rethink it all; but he had worked so hard, so hard to get to where he was at now, and he knew Vitali would not accept him suddenly giving up on the one dream he’d had since they had met each other back in middle school.

Don’t leave.

He could stay. He could find a job, and work while Vitali studied. They could find a place to live in together, and Vitali could finally continue his transition and focus on school, and Mikhail could work and learn to cook and finally get to spend some time on his hobbies-

Don’t leave.

Mikhail moved a hand to Vitali’s cheek and he gently caressed his skin, pressing a soft kiss on his hair. Vitali moved slightly in his sleep, his snores faltering momentarily- but he did not wake up.

It was tempting. So tempting- but he couldn’t, not now.

Maybe later. It was just four years- and they would still talk. They wouldn’t lose contact. And they would have all the time in the world the moment they would finish school, the moment they would see each other again.

Don’t leave.

‘Not going anywhere,’ Mikhail mumbled, closing his eyes as well.

‘Not yet.’

#asks #morvaris #writing asks #nuclearwriting #and then they don't see each other and speak with each other for six years! the end :) <3 #literally clawing at my own face over this one. mikhail was so ready to give it all up for vitali #ooooooo vitali is going to be haunted by guilt for the rest of his life ooooooooooo i'm normal about this ahahaha x #thank u for this one >:))