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There are times where at a distance, Zenitsu does resemble the sun.
It’s not just the bright strands of hair plopped atop of his pretty head, or the brown eyes that seems resemble more amber, and god his laugh .
When it’s genuine, it’s like harmonious drums joining the arising sound of Genya’s heartbeat growing louder and louder. Rings of his voice seem so beautiful when he speaks about his favorite things, talks about the good and bad parts of his day, or the off course and careless hums.
Idly, he wonders how Zenitsu would sound when singing .
He’s seen the blonde’s fingers work their magic on the worn strings of a shamisen and discarded guitars, sensitive ears figuring out how to place every little bit of sound in the perfect order. Hell, he could probably craft a masterpiece using a fifty cent kazoo .
As his fingers card through the strands of hair, he finds himself enjoying the sight of Zenitsu leaning into the touch, a freckled cheek pressing against his calloused palm and eyes slowly fluttering open.
There’s a curious stare, then his face smushes closer into the touch, then he smiles.
“What’s on your m-mind?”
The lips are slightly bruised from constant chewing, but they never fail to stretch into the blonde’s usual gentle and soft smile.
Genya snaps out of his trance, flushing from the tip of his nose towards his ears. He wants to pull his hand away from the shorter boy, but Zenitsu’s nuzzling it and it’d feel like a crime to deny him this comfort. Not to mention that the other rises to leave a butterfly kiss on his palm, the phantom feeling leaving Genya trapped.
“No..” the ravenette averts his eyes, the lavender color sliding towards anywhere except the teasing glance coming from his boyfriend laying beside him. “Nothing.”
Together for two years now, they’re both seventeen. If he offered a kiss towards his boyfriend, he’d probably taste the peachy birthday cake still on his tongue.
For the setting, his eyes draw down at Zenitsu’s choice of pajamas. He cringes at the old, worn out graphic on his tee shirt. Genya didn’t need to know the colors of the shirt to know that it used to have Lightning McQueen imprinted on it. Then there’s the basketball shorts, the drawstring pulled so tight because they had been stolen straight out of Genya’s closet.
With horrendously pieced sleepwear like this, Genya only wonders how Kaigaku lives with this brat.
It was just a sleepover, Genya losing the bet and forced to hold it at Sanemi’s house. It’s not like his older brother hates Zenitsu, in fact he probably likes him a lot. Aside from the sky comments of his height and the highlighter yellow hair, Sanemi accuses him of making Genya soft .
It’s not like he’s wrong, because upon a snicker that soon breaks into a sleepy laugh, Genya does feel soft.
“C’mon Gen-gen,” Zenitsu scoots closer, pouting like a child. His face rising out of Genya’s hand and now sat atop of his forearm. Hell, the brat even dares to peck a soft kiss against one of his scars while he’s at it. “Y-you can tell me.”
“You’re being fucking annoying.” Genya’s flustered face doesn’t give trust to his words, leaving the shorter boy to snort. “It’s not cute at all .”
“Your ears are red.” Now Zenitsu’s leaving kisses atop of his bicep, arms reaching out to hug Genya’s middle. “You look like a tomato .”
“Shut up.”
Genya’s forced to accept the entourage of kisses, just kiss after kiss. Snuggle after snuggle. Soon enough, Zenitsu’s hands end up combing through his mullet, fingers carefully untangling each bundle and even sniffing it at one point because it ‘smells kinda like vanilla ’.
His face is against the blonde’s chest, arms wrapped around him as if holding a teddy bear. Well, not a bear , kinda like a rabbit. A dumb, annoying rabbit .
“I love you.” Genya forced himself to mutter, voice being lost in the fabric of Zenitsu’s shirt.
He laughs, kissing the top of the taller boy’s head.
Genya always finds himself realizing that he doesn’t need to hear Zenitsu sing to feel joyous, or listen to him hum. His laughter is just as perfect as the songs downloaded on his phone, ringing beautifully against his ears like the wind chimes outside.
“I love y-you too.”