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Sirens wailed around her. Shouting indiscriminately. Paramedics ran past her, and everything was a blur. But one thing was for sure.
The broken man that Hori was holding in her arms, the one covered in blood.
It was Miyamura.
She shot up in bed with a scream. Miyamura shot up and started looking around.
“Are you okay?!” he asked, worriedly. She nodded, tears brimming. “Another nightmare?”
She nods and swallows the lump in her throat. His arms close in around her, his warmth bringing her comfort, as opposed to the cold, lifelessness his body had in her dream.
“In this one you- you-” A sob racks her body. He nods and presses his soft lips to her forehead. He understands. He lays back down, and her head rests on her chest. As her crying starts to fade, she whispers “Izumi, I want to make love to you.”
She makes her way on top of him, pressing her lips down to his. Clad already in their undergarments, she kisses along his jawline. He undoes her bra, and discards it on the floor, an action she will soon replicate with his boxers. She can feel him poking her, and as she removes her last article of clothing, she begins. Rocking back and forth, she works her lips down his neck and to his chest. He massages her breasts, and as they both get closer, she speeds up and they finish together. She lays atop him, blond hair splayed across his chest. He runs his fingers through her hair, and she cries. Her tears fall to his chest, and he holds her.
“I’m here, Kyouko. I can’t guarantee how long I’ll live. That’s not in my hands. But for every moment of that time, know that I will choose to spend it by your side. She nods.
“I’m so afraid of losing you.” She says, sniffling.
“I know.” He responds, kissing the top of her head. “Try to get some sleep, love.”
That night, she falls asleep in his arms, the rhythm of his chest rising and falling, lulling her to sleep.
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Sunlight peeked through the curtains, and Miyamura groaned. He was hoping to get to sleep in a little bit more that morning, though he had no such luck. His girlfriend was still asleep on his chest, and they still both buck naked , something his body definitely noticed... He tried to slip out from under her, but she clung to him, mumbling something in her sleep. He smiled. Something about her always seemed to make him do that. He decided to run his fingers through her hair and press light kisses to her face, causing her to giggle, and eventually her eyes opened groggily, and she gazed up at him, smiling.
“Last night was great, as always, Izumi.” She giggled at him. He laughed.
“I love you.” Miyamura replied, pulling her in tighter.
“I know.” She said, kissing his bare chest. She looks at the time on their alarm clock. “We should probably get out of bed before they send a hunting party after us.”
He nods. They slip out of bed, and get a shower. After getting a shower, they headed to the kitchen together. The construction on the Cafe would finish soon, and they needed to get some things finalized.
First things first they worked on recipes. Finalizing those gave them a menu that they could work with. Additionally, they looked at the layout of tables and displays.
“What if we had the three tables in like, a triangle almost?” She suggested. He nodded.
“Then we could put the display next to the counter, and obviously have the kitchen in the back.”
“I like that!” She agreed, taking his hand. “This is going to be wonderful for us.”
“I’m really excited.” He replied, squeezing her hand. “Maybe with this we can get our own place. Not that I don’t love living with Souta, Kyousuke, and Yuriko, but it might be nice to have a little more… privacy.”
She nodded. “I gotta move out of my parents place sometime, I guess.”
“Yeah. I moved outta my parents house just to move in with my other parents haha.”
She laughed, and the door opened. Souta walked, holding hands with Yuuna.
“I knew it!” Hori shouted.
“Congrats kids. Which one of you confessed, Yuuna?” Miyamura asked, and Yuuna blushed.
“He did.” She responded.
“I see. Did he ever figure out who was making those treats for him?” He asked, eyeing Souta.
“Wait a minute, it was you, Yuuna!?” She nodded in response to him. His jaw dropped.
She nodded, blushing profusely.
“I– I can’t believe that I missed that. I should have figured that out!”
Everyone laughed, and Miyamura took a second to appreciate all that he had in life, and smiled at it.