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A soft breeze brushed against his hair, tickling his cheek and making him hold tighter onto the blankets in a sudden search for warmth. Denki let his eyes flutter open as slowly as he could manage, wanting to drown in the last bits of sleep before they finally left his body; not knowing what else to do, he lifted his upper half only to find a room drastically different from his. Pictures of familiar cats greeted him from the opposite wall, over a desk cluttered in thriller novels and last-minute homework.
Unconsciously, a lazy grin pulled up the corners of his lips; it disappeared soon when he realized the emptiness beside him. Hitoshi was nowhere within his sight.
Though there were logical options as to where he could be, and with his mind barely working, Denki had no intentions of dwelling too much of it, merely missing the warmth of his boyfriend in the right side of the bed. Hitoshi’s bed, being fair. The blond had developed a habit of knocking at the other’s door at ungodly hours of the night just for the sake of it (“Where’s the fun if I’m not a little shit?”), but truly, watching the moonlight pouring onto the pale skin he was so entranced with was worth every bit of sleep lost.
It simply felt right. Like he was meant to fit inside this particular side of the bed, just where his legs would tangle with Hitoshi’s, like he was meant to wake up covered in the navy-blue bedsheets every morning.
The door creaked, opening rather unceremoniously to be closed in an even sloppier motion, revealing Denki’s boyfriend with a tray balancing between his hands.
“Hey, Denks,” he smiled, “I brought us breakfast.”
Sunshine filled the empty spaces of the room, reflecting in the purple eyes staring at him sheepishly as he approached the bed. When Hitoshi sat down and left the food between the two, Denki swore he had never felt closer despite the meter separating their bodies, despite the bowls making contact complicated. His heart beat loudly in his ears one, two, one, two— a steady rhythm taking the place of the usual quickened, panicked pulse. Safety. Home.
His hand reached towards Hitoshi’s sleeve and gripped it softly.
“What’s wrong?”
There couldn’t exist enough words to express the feelings growing from inside out, but for the one in front of him he’d try. He’d always try.
“I think…” he began, tripping over his tongue, “I think I feel differently. Towards you. Like, it’s not a bad thing, but…”
The other intertwined their fingers to urge him on, showering him with his quiet support and refraining himself from asking anything.
“It feels more… More everything.”
More everything— more like it covered his entire being in a wave of calm, one of those that only hit him in a summer evening at the beach, when he could pretend he did not have any other place to be at. The remnants of the day waving goodbye over the ocean, crashing against the shore where his feet were dug in, his own name being a distant voice over the tranquillity of it all.
Once Hitoshi’s pacific breathing reached his own, Denki found what he was searching for.
“I’m in love with you, I think.”
Back when they began dating, a plague of butterflies would settle on his stomach at the mere sight of Hitoshi, and his pulse would speed up in a rush of adrenaline similar to what occurred during trainings. Though now Denki knew the feeling had evolved to become a bed of cherry blossoms where he could peacefully lose himself— it was safe, it was home, it was Hitoshi.
“I’m glad,” the other responded, “I am too.”
With a soft sigh, Denki leaned over the tray and place a delicate kiss on his boyfriend’s lips before finally giving in to the temptations of breakfast.