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It has been a few peaceful weeks since the Shem-Ha fight, and Miku was grateful for that. No crazy gods had made their appearance, no monsters of any kind were threatening humanity and no new threats had emerged. Needless to say, she knew that each time they had thought so, Hibiki would once again be caught in another crisis, but this time, Miku felt something was different. There was a finality to it that she could not explain, like a conclusion to a long story had been reached, and she definitely hoped that it would be proven true. It was weird in a way, after everything that happened, to enjoy everyday life like nothing had happened.
What trouble Miku the most was how few things had changed since then. Despite having been possessed by an ancient god and fought with the adaptors and a resurrected alchemist, her days where now much the same as before all those event. The only thing that had changed was her relationship with Hibiki. That night, under the starry sky, she has finally been able to express her most guarded feelings, and Hibiki had responded in kind. Now, even though they were girlfriends (and Miku still shuddered just thinking about that word) , not much had changed between them. Miku was still unsure if this was a good thing or not. Clearly, as close as they were before, not much could change, but Miku couldn't help but to worry about wherever Hibiki was honest, or if she was just going along with her.
“Stop that,“ Miku thought to herself. “Of course she is not, and it doesn't matter that things haven't evolve at all. We're just taking our times, doing things our way. There's no way Hibiki would not be honest about that kind of things.”
And yet, there was still a little voice in the deep of Miku's mind that couldn't help but add worry, fear and doubt at every occasion, question every little detail of their relationship and how it would affect Hibiki. Feelings of guilt mix with worry over Hibiki were nothing new, as they were an everyday occurrence for Miku, but for a few weeks, it was her own relationship with her that came into question, especially in the quiet hours when she had nothing to distract her.
As was the case now. In the darkness of their room at night, with only the faint noise outside of the night in the city, Miku had nothing but time to (over)think. She was still awake, well into the night, watching over the sleeping form of Hibiki.
“I will never not worry about you, I believe,” she mused, smiling while stroking Hibiki unruly hair. “No matter how strong you are, how bright you shine. No matter how far you'll go, how much you'll grow. Part of me will always want to keep you safe, hidden away in a warm spot, just for you, you who deserve the world. Even now that I can stand truly at your side, I still struggle with the words that came to me so freely that accursed day. But we'll keep trying right? We'll never give up, and I know our feelings will reach each over, every day, with each little happiness that we'll grab. That's what we promise. So please, no matter what it is, I will listen to you, I will be by your side. No matter how selfish you get, I will accept it, because for all you've done, for all that you are... No. Just because you are, you deserve so much.”
Miku was still whispering those words to a sleeping Hibiki, as she would be too embarrassed to say them to her awake. But even with her asleep, she still took comfort in putting words to what she was feeling, to what she wanted. They had almost lost too much, everything, because for too long they couldn't express themselves truly, and Miku would be damned before it would happen again, even if she still lacked the resolve to share everything.
Not yet, she thought.
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“How can I sleep after that?” was all that Hibiki could think about. As Miku poured her heart out to a seemingly sleeping Hibiki, Hibiki in turn struggled with keeping quiet and unmoving. For once, Miku was actually talking about her feelings, without holding back, and Hibiki wanted to let her have the opportunity. But hell if her mind was not reeling back with the flow of emotion that were Miku inner thoughts. There was so much going one, and Hibiki was at a lost as to how respond to all of that.
“How am I going to tell her? I'm no good with words, only fist!” was the conclusion she seemed to reach.“If only I could use Gungnir and the song in my... Oh.”
She just had found the way.