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goro never really appreciated the small things in life.
it was hard to, he had quietly whispered at some point.
though recently, he’s been opening up a bit more.
today was an example of that.
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it was the warm rays of the morning sun, basking him in its glow.
it was the comfort that embraced him.
it was the soft sheets that kissed him awake.
it was the familiar dent in the empty space beside him.
it was the gentle purring sounding from the end of the bed.
it was the slow rise of his tired body, the needed stretch to start his morning.
it was his birthday.
and it’ll start with a little card on his bedside table.
‘ goodmorning my love, ' he’ll smile at that, and that warmth will come back.
‘ happy birthday. ' he’ll rub his thumb over the ink, and that ink will spread on his thumb.
it was the excitement he felt, jolting him up, eagerly racing to the bedroom door.
it was the familiar scent of pastries and coffee.
it was the quiet jazz that spilled through the walls.
it was the thrill of opening the door at last.
it was the cool touch of the flooring, sending shivers up his spine..
it was the meeting of reds and greys.
it was his birthday.
and it’ll lead into a goofy greeting when he approaches.
‘ goodmorning honey, ' he’ll blush at that, and there’s a smile facing him.
‘ i made breakfast. ' he’ll glance over, and those pastries and coffee will remind him of his hunger.
it was the wrapping of arms around his waist.
it was the delicate touch of skin on skin.
it was the feeling of flocks tickling his neck.
it was the giggle that spilled from lips, eventually falling for a kiss.
it was the same kiss that sent his heart racing.
it was the pressing of foreheads, the rubbing of hands on arms.
it was his birthday.
and it’ll end with a beam already brightening his features.
‘ goro akechi, ' he’ll exhale out of his nose, and there’s a peck on his forehead.
‘ i love you. ' he’ll feel a leap in his chest, and his hands reach to cup his lover's face.
it was the sweet curls that teased his frames.
it was the patient steels that gazed back at him.
it was the amorous smile that added colour to his porcelain skin.
it was the faded rings beneath his eyes.
it was the smell of coffee.
it was the cold band that lay on his fourth finger.
it was the reminder he needed.
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goro never really appreciated the small things in life.
it was hard to, he had quietly whispered at some point.
though recently, he’s been opening up a bit more.
though today was his birthday.
and he was happy that it was.