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It all started during a simple sleepover.
Granted, it was more of a result of a forced dilemma between going back to his apartment in New York and arriving at two in the morning or staying at the Kambe castle (as he likes to call it). Haru and Daisuke’s perception of time disappeared when they were immersed in a case, it seemed.
(And Daisuke calls him the one who’s married to work.)
Obviously, he picked the latter. Just because he’s thirty and he’s exhausted.
“You may choose any of the rooms here. All of them are more or less, the same, but nonetheless, feel free.” The millionaire informs, gesturing to the (unnecessarily) large amount of rooms in the hallway.
He chooses the room that’s closest to Daisuke’s.
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It is now two in the morning. And Haru isn’t falling asleep.
He turns to the right side once again after just turning from the left side. Meaning, the right is all warm and prickly. Haru prefers sleeping in cool places, ergo; he thinks it suits his rather hot-headed personality.
Strange as it is, though, he doesn’t seem to be seeking for coolness tonight. In fact, it’s too cool. He might even describe it as chilly. But not downright freezing. Taking into account that he’s sleeping in a palace-Kambe’s palace-he’s sure that the best insulators were installed in every inch of the building.
So, why did he feel so cold? Moreover, why did it feel so...empty?
Haru sits up and starts to pace around the room. He touches the walls and wallpapers. Even though it was kind of a prussian blue kind of dark, where he knows it’s hard to see, but the silhouettes of things were manageable to make out. He could even faintly see the floral patterns embedded on the wall.
He lightly grazes on the cabinet near the body length mirror, playing a small game of item identification with the objects upon it. Clock, a brush, a vague statue, and his own watch.
Taking a quick dash to the balcony, he uses the generous moonlight there to help him see the room he was staying in.
Ah. When seen from a vantage point, the room is twice as big as any home he’s had before.
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Haru discovers it’s the loneliness that keeps him up. So he saunters down to Daisuke’s room, as he was the only thing and person that Haru knows here. He does recognize some of the staff; the head maid and butler, Marie and Lincoln. The jolly chef, Jean and the gardener slash soon-to-be father, Holly.
But he didn’t know know them. Not well enough to barge in their rooms unannounced at now three-thirty.
He’s standing in front of two massive doors, which reminded him from a scene from The Beauty and the Beast. The one where Belle enters the forbidden west wing and finds that goddamn nuclear powered rose. However, here in London, there was no said nuclear rose, or singing furniture.
Only Haru and possibly a sleeping Daisuke.
His knuckles meet the lacquered wood that makes an echoing sound across the hall.
Surprisingly, the billionaire opens the door not a minute later. “Haru.” He says, his voice dripping an octave lower from an awakened slumber.
“Hey.” He responds, just as sleepily now.
“Is something the matter?”
Haru then realizes how pathetic his reason for being here is. He tries to rack up excuses to avoid outright saying that he couldn’t sleep because the room was too big; that he was lonely . “Er, I sleepwalked?”
Daisuke huffs, unconvinced. “Impressive.” And steps aside to welcome Haru in.
He settles on a leather chair nearby and gets comfortable in it.
“You’re seriously not planning to sleep there, are you?”
Haru gives him a pointed look. Now that Daisuke’s said it, yes. He will. Because he likes disobeying him like that. “Why are all the rooms so huge?” He questions back instead.
“Answer mine first, Haru.” Chastises Daisuke.
“I’m just not used to all the space.” He confesses.
“I see.” Then the man goes right back to bed but he doesn’t lay down. He looks at Haru expectantly. “Here,” He pats the empty space beside him. “I don’t know if it will help if you sleep in an even bigger room, though.”
Haru’s never shared a bed with someone. Platonically, of course. There’s an insanely handsome man beckoning Haru to sleep with him-literally, platonically-together in this large room. With that king-sized bed of his.
Well whatever, it’s not like they’ll be touching or anything. “Fine.” Trying not to look so eager, Haru shuffles under the silk covers and sinks into the mattress. Daisuke follows suit, adding weight to the bed.
It’s fine now. He isn’t alone. He isn’t lonely. There’s someone he knows next to him.
Right. But. It’s Daisuke. Daisuke’s really attractive. Daisuke has been top of Haru’s “men I would love to get fucked by and possibly form a meaningful relationship for a long time” list. And he’s just made that list just now because yeah-it’s Daisuke.
He isn’t going to let this moment pass by. Even if it costs them valuable minutes of sleep. “How do you sleep like this?”
“Like what?” Daisuke sounds more awake than before, weird.
“In this huge space, all by yourself.” Haru could gesture if he could, but his hand is underneath a pillow and unfortunately, it means he’s not moving it. Especially if it's not chilly anymore.
The bed softly creaks as Daisuke moves to face the ceiling. “I’m used to it, that’s all.”
“Don’t you ever get lonely?”
“Not lonely enough to seek companionship a hallway down.”
“Tch. Shut up. You welcomed me.” Haru breathlessly laughs. “It’s just, I’ve been living in places where I could see where everything was. The table is right beside me, the kitchen's just a glance away, the bathroom is only three steps down. The room, is just, filled with things that guide me to places.”
“I suppose navigation in this house is a chore.”
“See?” Haru turns around, leaving the crisp spot his hand settled in. And he is pleasantly rewarded to lay eyes on a nice ocean of cerulean. He turns breathless. You can’t really gasp for air in oceans, after all.
“Where do you suggest I stay then?” Daisuke’s stare is focused on him. It’s times like these that he can’t believe everything that’s currently happening is happening.
“I don’t know either.” Haru confesses, already going back to his previous sleeping position, facing away from Daisuke. He does, however, scoots a tiny bit closer to the Kambe head. Not much, maybe just an inch or two. In this large bed, he was confident he wouldn’t notice that he narrowed the space between them.
But when he scoots, the bed shifts and he feels a warm back touching his.
It wasn’t cold anymore.