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Yuu runs through a busy street, holding a wounded Mika in his arms. He is aware of the way people are not giving them a second glance despite the blood that Mika is losing, he is aware of the way Mika’s eyelids grow heavier by the second, he is aware of their pursuers gaining on them.
Yuu tries not to tear up at the despair and keeps going forward, knowing that the moment they catch up, they’ll take Mika away and kill the blond with no second thoughts.
He won’t be able to live with himself if Mika is no longer by his side.
However, fate must hate him because Yuu trips and in a second he is surrounded by dark cloaks. The one that must be the leader extends his hand, as if telling Yuu to surrender Mika without a fight. Yuu holds Mika closer to him.
“I won’t,” Yuu sobs. “I will never give Mika to you. Take me instead!”
The cloaks don’t say anything, but move a step closer.
“Leave Mika alone! If you need a sacrifice, use me! Don’t take Mika!”
Yuu sobs harder, his tears falling on Mika.
“Yuu-chan…” Mika says weakly. “Don’t…”
“No!” Yuu screams, one hand holding Mika’s face so they are facing each other. “If you are not with me, nothing makes sense! I love you so much! If you die, I’ll kill myself! So don’t give up, Mika!”
“Yuu-chan…”
“Please…” Yuu begs at the cloaks. “Please, I’ll do anything if you let Mika live. So don’t take him!”
“Yuu-chan, do you really mean that?”
“Of course!! There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you!”
“Then fucking learn how to cook, this is the fifth fire this year.”
Yuu froze at those words and was suddenly filled with a newfound sense of alertness. The cloaks stopped looking so menacing and he looked down to see Mika staring back at him, eyes no longer unfocused and lost.
Rather, they were hard and still angry as he remembered before he—
“Fuck, Mika! You can’t—”
“Yes, I can,” Mika crossed his arms and glared at Yuu. “I am still mad that you burn the kitchen every time you try to cook and then order curry for take-out. I also like curry, but having it so often is ridiculous!”
“Mika—”
“Look, Yuu-chan,” Mika interrupted Yuu with a sigh. “I love you to death. But coming home to a burnt kitchen and you thinking that I would forget about it with curry every time is just…”
“But Mika, you need to eat something nutritious after work! It’s not my fault I suck at making Russian food!”
“Who told you to make Russian food?”
“Uh, I thought that would make you happier?”
“I would have been happy with just normal Japanese food!”
“Oh, really?”
“For God’s sake, Yuu-chan,” Mika sat up and faced Yuu. “You don’t have to impress me with food when you know you’ll burn the kitchen down! Just—”
“It’s because I love you so much,” Yuu hugged Mika with a sheepish smile. “That I want the best for you.”
Yuu opened his eyes tiredly and found himself staring at Mika, crouching down so he could be face to face with Yuu who had been sleeping in the sofa. When Mika saw that Yuu was awake, he flicked Yuu’s forehead playfully before kissing him.
“I love you too,” Mika said when they parted. “But if you keep saying sappy things and ending the dreams without letting me reply again, I’ll tie you to the bed.”
“Oh, aren’t we kinky this morning?” Yuu teased, happy that Mika wasn’t mad at him anymore. “Now I really want to pull that again to see if you will truly do it.”
Mika’s eyes darkened and he kissed Yuu hard before climbing on top of Yuu and pinning his wrists above his head.
“I will do it tonight if the kitchen is in one piece and there’s edible food on the table when I come back, what do you say to that?”
Yuu smirked and kissed Mika, if only to see if he couldn’t get his rewards sooner than later.
Sometimes it was good to share dreams with your soulmate and Yuu was going to take advantage of that fully, even though he knew deep down it was his fault for burning the kitchen down… again.