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When Hajime steps into the apartment, it’s silent. Not the type of silence that’s eerie and unsettling, but the peaceful one.
“I’m home” he calls out, softly, purely out of habit, because he knows he’s not going to get an answer.
Toeing off his shoes and hanging his coat, he creates a strategy. Bedroom, first and if it’s empty, then the living room. He already has a suspicion, his mind filled with knowledge of habits and likes, but for the sake of excitement, he decides to not be tempted by his impatience.
So, off to the bedroom he goes, pointedly not looking at the living room as he passes it. He opens the door slowly and carefully, feeding this fantasy for a little longer.
There is no lump on the bed- the room is empty and cold and dark. Hajime doesn’t want to spend any more time here.
He moves out of the door and closes it behind him, not caring about noise any more, now that he’s sure.
Hajime takes a few steps- their house is not the biggest, but it’s not small, too. He takes a few steps and then he’s grabbing the doorframe, because the door is wide open, giving him the insight to the scene that should be captured on the canvas, he thinks, with how stunning it is.
He pauses, stays still to not disrupt the picture of tranquility. To not interrupt the creature (because Hajime would be damned if who he sees is a human, in this moment- it’s not deserving of such a simple, disgraceful title) currently laying on his, their, couch.
Hajime comes closer, close as he dares, and he doesn’t breathe. He takes in the image- Tooru, on his back, sprawled over the sofa, all long legs and lean frame and fair skin. So much skin, Hajime thinks, wants to reach out.
Tooru’s hair is tussled, brown curls spread around his head like a halo. There is no sign of worry creasing his face, no wrinkle, no blemish, no flaw.
He’s soft, so soft and perfect and Hajime’s hand now hovers over his face, bent to cup his cheek and hesitant to touch in an irrational fear of breaking Tooru. That fear, in the moment, feels very, terrifyingly real to Hajime and he curses himself for existing in the same space as the being before him, because he doesn’t feel worthy.
He touches Tooru’s porcelain skin, sweeps his thumb across his cheek and waits for- he waits for something to break. He brings it up, into the rich bronze hair, brushing it back and tucking it behind Tooru’s ear and Tooru moves. Tooru moves and Hajime gasps- he almost forgot Tooru had the ability to do so, looking like a sculpture created from the finest stone and carved by gods.
Tooru makes a noise so small it wouldn’t be heard by anyone standing a few feet away. Hajime is close and he hears. He would hear anything coming from Tooru’s lips from miles away. He thinks he would hear his heartbeat from space. The sound- a breathy, small whine, makes his chest feel warm and Hajime distantly wishes he could feel this heat for the rest of his life, all the time, always, as it seems to slow his thoughts down and a specific sort of quietness to overcome the storm in his body.
Tooru’s brow creases and Hajime is afraid he’s going to open his eyes and look. Hajime doesn’t want him to look, not yet, doesn’t want him to open his eyes when he looks so peaceful with them closed.
Tooru doesn’t lift his eyelids, instead lifts his hand and touches Hajime’s arm, the one Hajime has on his face. He touches Hajime and reminds him that he’s real. The hand skitters across his arm, up to his bicep and grabs around it, tugging. Hajime instantly realizes what is being asked of him and he doesn’t dare to disobey, doesn’t want to.
So he obliges. The sofa is small, he has to lay his body on top of Tooru’s, tuck his head under Tooru’s chin and pillow his head on his chest. Their legs are tangled and when Tooru wraps his arms around Hajime, laying his hands on Hajime’s back and squeezing lightly Hajime knows he matches the picture he saw stepping into the room. He knows that, now.
He feels contentment engulfing his body like a soft blanket as he closes his eyes and listens to Tooru’s heart, beating in a slow rhythm- a song for Hajime soul.