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the water envelops the two of you. wakatoshi’s strong arm holds you in place, smiling from ear to ear. you make a joke about him burning through his athlete money by making such a big bathtub. the rumble of his laughter echoes through the room, his lips brushing over yours. he doesn’t deny it. his eyes are forest gold in the candlelight. you nestle into the crook of his neck, hearts intertwined.
you are home.