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Living with Akira was nothing short of perfect. Every morning, Goro was woken up with a kiss. Every night he fell asleep in his arms. During the days he would...I̴̺̪͊̕t̶̡̥͖̰͌͌ ̴̡̲̖̺̙̽̏̂͂h̵̛̩̀û̸̦̇͗͘r̴̞͊͂͂̎̿t̴͈͑ ̵̣́̈́̒̓͊ť̴̬̋̓̕o̶̦͑̂͑͂ ̵̢͍̟͗͜m̷͔̑́ṻ̵͇̤͈̻́̇͋̕c̴̺̗̤̳̽̆͒͝h̶̞̿ ̷̞͒͐́͝ṱ̷͇̹̓͜o̴̻͔̭͚͗͂ ̵͍̣̪̈́͒͊̄ṫ̶͙͌h̵͖͍͒̒į̸͕̫̹̏͠n̸͓̜̅̒̈͜k̴̡̗̯͕̉̄̾͝ ̴̟̊̈́̑̏̚a̶̱̰͉̅̓̇b̶̦̩̥̾̈́̌̏ö̸̻́ṵ̷̞̙͎̓̄̚t̵̙̞͗͊̏̿.̷͎̀͌̿͑

It was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Something Goro w̴o̵u̴l̸d̵n̵'̶t̷ ̶t̷r̴a̷d̸e̸ ̸t̷h̶e̵ ̵w̵o̶r̷l̶d̴ ̷f̷o̸r̴.̶ And every day waking up in Akira's arms was just m̵o̸r̶e̷ ̶p̷r̵o̷o̴f̸ that this was the right path. That this was paradise b̷e̷y̸o̶n̷d̸ ̸b̷e̵l̷i̷e̵f̸.̸

And so, it was a perfectly normal morning when Goro woke up. Akira, still peacefully asleep, clung to him like ḩ̶̓e̷͍͆ ̵̖͊m̴͎̋i̴̤̒g̵̮̅ḩ̶̀t̴̼͝ ̸̫l̸͉̍ȏ̵̖ś̴̠ę̷ ̴̞̚h̸̖̊i̴̝̚m̷͚͊.̶͉̍

Try again.

And so, it was a perfectly normal morning when Goro woke up. He felt the warmth and security of Akira's embrace and leaned into it. It brought a smile to his face. There was nothing w̸̙̟͐̾r̷̹̜̿ò̸̫͔̉n̶͙̈́g̵͈̮͗ in the world. Everything was absolutely perfect, especially when Akira woke up with a dazed sleepy expression.

He stared for a while, not moving, barely breathing while h̴̜̐̇͛ě̶̬͎̱ ̶̪̦̮̌f̶͎̦͗ŏ̵͕͈ư̶̗̐͠ǵ̵̜͕̰̾h̵͓̃̂t̶̠̣̽͋

That's not true.

He blinked a few times while he woke up. Eventually, a bright smile spread across his face. He pulled Goro closer, peppering his face with kisses as he did.

"Good morning love," Goro managed as Akira kept kissing him. A small gasp escaped his lips as he felt Akira grab at him. When he looked down, nothing was there. Before he could say anything, Akira cupped his face with both hands. He stared at him with r̴̺̺̪̐̌͝ē̴̠g̸̛͎̑͋r̸̎͌͜͠e̴͊̚͜t̶̡̡͛̈́͜ loving eyes and a ḓ̸̣̓͑è̵̲͘f̴̤̠̉e̸͕̓̊͝å̶̼̭̮͂t̵͙̍̉ȅ̷̱d̵̥̟̥̓ ̴̞͙̕ļ̷̟͊̉o̸̗͈͛͠ỏ̵̜̭k̴̡̼͓̈ warm smile.

"Goro," Akira began. He pulled him close, his smile suddenly falling before-

"I'm sorry."

H̸̙̪̮̱̆̃͘͘͠e̴̦͉̿̽̉͂̕ ̴̼̀̓̑͒̅c̶̺̖͑̊o̶̰̠̗͆̋̎̂͒͠u̵̡̠͂̐̅̚ͅl̵̨̩͖̬̫̒̒̈́̿͐͠ͅd̶͚̱̆̑̚ ̴̲̤̺̗͍̂͘ͅĥ̸̛̭̰̩͈͊͌̈́ȧ̴̫̌̓̓͠r̴̨͇͓͕͌d̸̡͖̟̗̝̩͐͋͆l̸̛̥̠͋̉̉͝y̴͎̬̳̑̔̔̏͌ ̶̣̻̃b̶̰͚̬͔̊͂̉͒̿̔ŗ̸̡̞͗̾ͅė̶̲a̸̝̰̍̈́̐̇̕ͅt̷̢̝̘̦͐h̷̙̲̓͒ë̷̥́͊̕ ̵̧̩̻͔̅̒͒̈́a̷̛̜̖̼̠̒̅͆̏͠ś̸̻̔̆͌ ̴̟̕c̷͕̍̂̊͋̈́l̶̟̩̞̕ả̸̪̲̮̠͍͋͘ẁ̶̘͈͔̫̞̝s̵̢̘̐̎̒̏͜ ̸̢̙͉̲̻̆̕͜ṫ̵̰̀̍̇̚o̴̞̎͗r̶̬͎̬̀ͅẽ̷̛͕͚̌͗̓ ̸̜͉͛t̷̬̺͓̓̇̓͆͝ḧ̷̳́̅̇̈̕͝r̵͉͂̐̎͌ơ̵̝̯̑̂͋̓͝ṵ̸̧̃̋͗͜g̶̛̛̳̙̦̯͔͔h̵̻̗̾͊̃̇̈ ̸͓̘̗͋́͘͘͘͝f̵̡̯̰̀̑̾̒͜͝l̵̲͖̐̃ͅe̴̤͓̍̌̅̎͛s̴̞̙̻̱͕̄͜h̶̡̊͆̊͌͝͝.̸͚̦͙̩̰̼̑
̵̪̫̣̃̈́̓̐͝
̵̨̰̯̬͚̓̔̽͘I̵̲̖͙̟̅̈̾͒͗͠t̷̞͉̹̦̞̘͛̆ ̵̞̭͇̀h̷̲̣̽̂̽͂̑u̶̠̩͓͊r̶̯̘̰̆͐̽̌ť̵͚̽͆̒̄.̸̲̙̮̻̰̜̅
̶̧̡̗̪͔̘͑͛
̵̢̜̭̠̙̿͆̿͜H̶̰̜̑̊̾̓͘͠i̸̘͒͛́̂̅͑s̴͔͂̈̍̿̒͑ ̷̼̓͝ẗ̶̛͚̰͎̹͆̓̂ẖ̴͓͉̦̈́̒͠r̸̗̬͉̱͇̽̐̉o̵̭̩̽̄ą̷̆̒̒͘͠ẗ̵̮̟͈̟̳́ ̵̢̨̹̺̰̈́̓ͅf̷͓̪̜̮̎̆̆͝ȅ̸͇̤̠̝̗̳̐̒̓̕l̸̨̗̱̐̀̂t̴̢̛̗̦̝̬̍̅̎͋͠ ̴̢͕̟̞̩̪̓͂̾̐͠r̴̐ͅả̵̭͔͍͖̘̌̕͜w̷̜͂̈́̊̕ ̵̱̣͉̿͜f̴̡̯͖̓̋͊r̶͖͐͒͊̽̈́ô̶̰̰̭̜͓̐̑̀̕m̴͖̮̱̮̭̓̏͘ ̶͓͚̝̄̍̍͌̃t̴̯͋ͅh̸̳͋̒̇̌͠ë̶̛̟̙̤̳̬́̐̅̇͘͜ ̵̣̉s̵̱͛͌͒͊͝c̵͓̮͂̇͛́̚͝r̵̡̖̺͒́̍͝e̷̺̮͖̊å̶̳͔͖̣̋m̶̦̫̰̹̿̌s̸͇͍͎̤̺̑̿͊̔͝.̸̗͉̽̐̃͊̚

I̷̛̛̱̥̩͉͓͇͚̓̈̆̏̈́̄̀̓̐̀́͂̔̑̄̓̈́̎͑͐̒̈͆͘͝͠͝t̴̢͍̠̯̱͍̟̼̟̹̠̦̲̳͇͖̟͍͎̠̝̞̫͓͕͙̽̈́͛͒̎̆͊͑͌͌̒̃̎͌̄̄̕ ̶̢̢̻̯̠̳̇͂̅̃͊̽͋̑͋̀͘͝͠H̴̢̨̧̠̲̳͈͙̖̩̯͕̮̲͉̭͖̹̖͔̙̜̔͐̎͒̓̽̈̃̆̈́̐̈́̅̅͂͋̿͘͜͠͠ͅu̷̡̢͔̝̰͔̻̻͚̝̥͎̗̳̮͖̮̻̠͚̭̙̤͕̮͉̗̔̔̔̒́̃͝ͅr̸̨͇̱̭͈̖͍̲̥̫͕͓̘̤͉̱͎̺͎̮̭̰̤͋͜t̸̢͕͈̭̻̥͕̲̘̟̗̜̬̔͊͌̉͆̊͛́̽̓̐͑̃͂͂̾͐̑̔̉͗͘͜͠ͅ.̸̧̛̛̹̘͍̜̤̤͕̗̞̤̺̞̙͈̩̫͔͈̼̹͚̝̝̠̇̔͗̇͗̌̿͑̄̍͛̔͂̇͐͒̋͑̈̅͘̕͠

H̷̰̱͙͑̃ȩ̸̀́̆͋ ̴͙̀̀̆c̸̨̻͈͇͉͉͛̈́̄͂͒o̴͕͍̰̰͉̤͌͝u̶̹͙̭̩͆͛l̸̲̝͒ḋ̸̡̘̪͍̺n̵͓͍̠̈̃̐̽'̵̡̳̘̦͉̙̓̐̚t̶̨̟̩̓͒́̽̒ ̷̮͖̘̓͒̏̒̍̃ͅg̶͙̹̮̋́̉͊ī̸̥͕̲̀͝v̵̝̘͖̺̜̂͘ͅe̷̯̝̫̥̅̉̿̕͠ ̷̙͕̍̓̾i̴̡̨̯̥̭̹̿̽̚n̷͕̓̈́͘͝ ̴̪̬̽͋͋̚t̶͔͓̙̯̥̎ȏ̷͖̃̓̐ ̴̢̺̼̭̻͜͠p̷̨͍̤͒͗ā̶̡̙͙͉̺̿r̴͚͆̈̈́ȃ̴̳̰̘͙̟̾d̶͔̐̋i̸̡̱̔̄͒͗̋s̴̢̤͓̩̞̄͊̿͆ē̴̘̄̈̈̄.̵̨̭̣̦̏͗̍͋̚
̴̯̘̼̈́́
̷̢̨̮̝̼̠̈́͑H̷̭̑̈́̎͌̈̕ȇ̶̞͗̕ ̴̻̣̃̕̕c̴̦̠͎̒̓̆̅͜͝o̸̳̫͚̺̜̅̾̃u̷̼͊̋l̴̨͉̩͕̞̽͌̚d̷̛͈̝͕̰͗n̸̘̦̮͖̊̔̉͊'̶͖̮̥̣͉̳̋t̷̨̢̩͍͖̎ ̷̨͓̤͍̲̘̋̐̅l̴͉̀e̶̱̲͙̥̼̍͗̅̇͒͝t̷̩̥̽̉̊̅͝ ̷̢̳̇́h̶̞̘̺̱̙̐͠į̶̫̬̱̠͊̃̾̇m̶̢͓̦͇̮͇͂̑̋̅̕s̴̜̑̓̿̃̌ẻ̷̢̛̛̤̞͓̣̋͘͠l̴͙͉͓͎̪̈́f̸̠̥͚̬͐̍̑̄͘͘.̷͙͙͖̝͓̭̈͑̍̈́͝
̵͍̼̭̐̿͌̄͘
̶̢͓͎́̋͂̊̚Ȧ̵̧̧̘̤̌̊͂͘n̴̬̽̄̄͠o̵̖̝̪̘̎̇͛̈́t̶̤̫͖̱̯͊̈́͝͝h̵͔̓͐̃͠ë̸̮̠̝͕̲̟̈́̊͌̇͝r̸̛̻̔ ̷̨̝̥̽̓̂̽s̴͉̘̀č̵̖̈͒r̴̝͒͌ę̷̗͈̠̓͂̒͝a̶̗̯͎̟͖̐̐ͅm̶͉̫̠̔̄ ̸̛̬̈́̕ͅẇ̶͎̳̭̟̇̈͂̚͝a̷̤̅͜s̷̫̦͊̂̄͘͘ ̷̬̣̰̼̒͌r̵͕̈́̀̑i̴͓̺͓̫̽̏͐͑̊͝p̵͉̤͖͕͗̏̊̾̍͝p̷̪̓̃̽͠ȩ̴̛̹̫͒̾̓̚͜͠ͅd̸̡̯̥͖̪͂̉̐͝ͅ ̸̠̗̭͈͗̕͠f̴̻̻̲̤̒̈͝r̷̹̥̼͓͐o̴͓͗͗̈́̒͘͝m̸̯͍̲̈ ̵̛̪͕̱͐̂͐͛h̶̯̯͈͙̬̅̆̂́͌͠i̷̦͋š̶̺̾̔ ̷̛͍̳̠̳͎̠́t̶̖̭̯̲̱̃̒̽h̷̝͖̐̽͗r̶̤̆̔͒̊͒͠ȏ̶͓̼̈̓̆͑̉͜ä̷̙͚̦̣̗t̴͓̑ ̸͍̥͗̎́͛a̷̡̟̻͈͎̜͆͋͂̋̀̕s̴̨̹͙͆̓̑̈͛̽ ̷̻̙͍̊͆̈̋̎͜ͅc̵̺͚͉̼̅͌̈̚̕ͅl̵̨̲̗̩̃̿̾ạ̴͉̝̞͈͍̎̃͝ẃ̴̡̩̺̅̆s̴̡̖̣̣̼̃͌͂͒͠ ̶̧͓̌͗͜͠r̴͇̹͖͆i̷̠̔̕̚p̵̨̧̩̻̺̣̊̂̅̅p̵͕̱̗̏̕e̷̖̜͒d̴͍̳͖̦͠ ̵̧̤̣͗̈́͐͒̕t̶̙̮̳̔̊̔̇̕h̵̻͕̜̽̐r̴̫͕͓̥̩͌ọ̶̖̩̇̐̕ų̷͉̘̯̃̚͜g̶̬̱͊͊̒͑̀͘ḫ̸͚͉͍̖̉́̅͐̕͠ͅ ̷̳̀ͅh̶͇͔͂̂̃̉͝ị̴̇̃͐̕s̵̡̼̖͎̈́̐̅̓̒̾ ̷̻̝́̊̀͜͠m̶̫̳̿ỉ̵̬̺͛̆̏͜ṋ̷̪̗̦̄͋̾͗̎d̸̞̬̜̈̓̏̍.̷̪̹͖͍̳͎͑̔̌̃̎
̵̢̣͎͇̯͕͒͝
̶̘̋P̴̛̰̤̖͚̬̒̚͝a̴̝̱̦̰͊͛̓ͅi̷͈̒̇͐̂̃n̶̰̝̏͗͒̄͝.̵̧̘̩̣̳̫͂̅̌̎͠
̶̱͠
̵̢̖͇̥͕̔̂̈͐͂H̶͉͐̽o̵̡͍͆r̶̺̟̳̮̫̂͋͋͌͜r̶̪̆͌̾̅ö̸̩́͆͜r̶̲͙͙̱̾͐͌̄̓.̷̺̮̥̃͗͒
̴̪̝͊͌͂̿͘
̵̩̫̞̼̫̭̾̾͘͝H̷̺͚̕͜ė̸͎̣̥͌͒̕ ̵͇̮̜̫̪̱̍̈̈͆͌̊c̷̤̬̭̼̰̒o̷̭̲̊̒̽ũ̸̥̙͖͍ļ̶̮̟͎͚͂̈d̶̨̩̰̳͉̓͐̍͠ņ̵̹̣̰̈'̸̮͓̱̈́̄̕t̴̰͒̋ ̴̨̙̠̟̫̹͐̉̾̔̒͑g̴̼̜̜̭͜͝ȉ̸͎͈͛̔͗v̵̢̙̩̬͇̱͘e̷͉̜̽̎͒̒́ ̵̧͖̱̹̬͛͒͐̔͠͠i̶͔͕̙͙̻̾̓ń̵̮͔̗͇.̶̢͖̩̟̤͇̐̈́͌
̷̜͍̖̈́̿͝
̷̨̣̱͎̌͑̌̚͠H̶̨͎͖͕̓͑͝e̷͇̣̗̖̱͌̇͗̏̀̋-̸̣̺͉͙̏̓͑̈́
̸͉̬̬̮͆̑̂͗͛̀͜͜
̶̼͘Ḧ̸̢̡̜̟̊̐͆͂͋e̵̢͇̰̼̐̌͗͂̏͠.̵̙͍͎͓͔̃̓.̴̛͉̿̇͐͋.̵̤̟͇͎̂

Goro smiled as his mind replayed his absolutely perfect day. His absolutely perfect day. 

H̸̯̪̒e̴̞̹͐ ̵͖͎̇c̵͉̗̝͒̇̋ọ̵̻̽ǔ̴͚l̸̙͖̗͘ḋ̸̤͙̲͠ņ̸̛̆̈'̵̢̬̣̊t̶̪̘̜̄͘ ̸̛̯́͝į̷̳͑̿g̴͖͖̜͒n̴͔̟̏o̷̩̍͑r̶̞͎͖͋e̴̢̠͐͛ ̴͂̓͂͜ţ̶̣̑h̵͔͚͕͑̊e̵̙͉͝͠ ̵̫̍p̸̻̘̜̄̚͝ȃ̵̩̥̬i̶̟̊͊̿n̸̢͇̑ ̴̗̼̙͊̾i̷̫̫̞̕n̸̺͍̞̋ ̷̻́ḩ̵͕́̀̇i̴̜͚͌͆s̴̤̰̮͆̚ ̷͚̻̏͐t̸̜̂̀̍h̴̳̬͒r̶̢̖̋̎̏͜ŏ̶̱̤͠ͅa̶̙̱͙̐͛t̸̘͉.̵̛̜
̷̼͒
̶̯̣͛͘H̵͍̽̕ȉ̴̲͠ṡ̶̭ ̴̲̍̋c̵̠̗̈̃́h̷̦̼̎̄e̶͖̣̣̿̒̚s̷̪̱͆t̵̪̜͍̓ ̷̫̠͋a̵̳͆͊c̴̺͊̓h̸̻̘͎͋̃ę̷͐͒d̷̖̟̰̎.̶̧͂͑͆
̵͍̤͕̂
̸͈͖̑H̷̯͉͒̈́ë̸̮̙̣́̅͑ ̴̢̏c̴͈͋͝ͅo̷̖̮̱͝ũ̷͖͎̮̒l̵̦̀͠d̵̳̯̭͆̿ ̵̡͍́͘͠s̸̰̎̋ţ̶̣͓̏ì̷̦͈̈́̏l̴͇̠͂l̶̞̰̭͋ ̷̩̱̇f̴͙́̑͑e̴̡̱͒̌ḛ̶͐̓͘l̶̪̐̊ ̷̖̦̎ḍ̷̦̈́̿ř̸̬i̵͈͈̇͘e̴̮͕̓̐d̵̠͕̪̋̏ ̴̠̇̓̚b̶̤̉͑͛ļ̷̱̲̂̌o̸̭͚̳̎̓̚o̸̧͐̐͝d̶̳̊͊-̶̹̺͂

H̸̢̞͍̿e̶̜̎͐ ̴̧͙̾̑w̶̝̌͠â̸̙s̴͍̻̖͆̎̀ ̶͇̯͇s̴̠̺͚͊ö̸͕̗̻́ ̶̣̆͑͒c̷̗͑̈́͝ḷ̵̦̈́ô̷̙̺̈s̷̭̚ĕ̶̞̲͌ ̵̠̤̫̇̈́t̴̞͙̓̈o̵̢̱̗͊̓ ̵͔̺̜́̆g̵̡͖̀i̶̼͑̆̕v̶͉͗ḯ̶̻͎͑͠n̷̨͉̘̏g̷̜̈́ ̷̟̎͘i̷̛̺͗n̷̗̄.̶̭̹͒̈͜.̶̺.̶̞̣̫͗̾͋

Goro turned to Akira with a smile. Akira who looked so é̴͖m̸̡̠̬̐p̶̣̱̅̄t̵̳͖͒̽ͅȳ̸̹̥̚

That's enough.

Who looked so tired. Goro couldn't b̶͎̺̂͘ļ̴̖̃̈́à̸͙̇͝ḿ̸̮̥͗͐̈e̸͕͎͗͠͝ ̵͓̥̈́͐̓̚ḧ̵̗̣́̍̽̓i̸̞̣͖̇̉m̵̨̝̦͠,̶̢͔̄̽ͅ it'd been a long day. He couldn't b̶͎̺̂͘ļ̴̖̃̈́à̸͙̇͝ḿ̸̮̥͗͐̈e̸͕͎͗͠͝ ̵͓̥̈́͐̓̚ḧ̵̗̣́̍̽̓i̸̞̣͖̇̉m̵̨̝̦͠,̶̢͔̄̽ͅ really, he couldn't,

What else was he supposed to do?

because he was so tired too.

T̷̡͒̈́͂͗o̶̟̾͑̈́̈́o̷͉͖̭̒̏ ̵͙͉̹͋̈́ť̵̛̮i̴̧̇r̴͙̒̇e̴̥̰̜͋̏d̸͙̹̓̔͗̿ ̶̠̭̬͛ẗ̵͔̖͕́͜͝o̵͈̮̎͊̚ ̴̗̞̙̳͊̀͛͘f̶̞̳̐̄̒i̷̟̹̜̍̍̅g̸̨̜̗̈́ḩ̸̹͎̯̏t̵̮̘̜̻̒̒̔.̸͖͇͔̺̒

Goro smiled as Akira pulled him close. He smiled as he kissed him like he meant t̷̡̛̞̻̻̓͗h̷̛̙͚̣͊̀͘e̵̡͍̙̰̒ ̶͙̥͕͛͊̃ẁ̶̫͕͖ő̶͔̕r̸͙̜͘l̸̖̮̯͌͜͝d̸̨͉̏ͅ to him. He smiled.

He smiled.

He smiled.

Goro smiled because he was happy to be by Akira's side.

H̵̰̥͖ȩ̴͕̅͑ ̸̻̼͛̓̀š̶͍͘͜m̶̼͗͐̀i̴̻̅̆ľ̴͕̹e̸̺͍̖̺͋͛̏d̸̠͈̓̈͝ ̶̗͚̪͎̋b̸̲͉̲̊̊͂́é̴̛̬̬̺̝̀̉c̵̦̖̮͊͜a̴̢̿u̵̪̼̓̈́̈́͆s̶̙̲̬̾ė̸͔̪͓̇ ̶̯͇͔̊͋͑̓h̵̖̝̟̝̏̍͌̓ę̴̝͕̌̍͒ ̶̢̮̺̖̀̈́͠w̶̢̜̺͗͘ą̷̛͛̈́ș̷̱̙͆̈ ̷̻̜̮̑ṱ̴̦͂́̅ó̷̠̟͔͚̏̕o̵̞̩͔̹̅̍͘ ̵̥͋̆̿͝t̶̡̉̚į̶̟͕̝̊ṙ̷̭̦̃͒e̵͚̎d̴͎͕̘̮͠͠ ̸̧̔͜t̵̨̤͍̤͗̾͋͝ơ̷̗̲̆ ̶̠̄d̵̥̆o̷͚͒ ̷̱͐̎̑ă̶̛̫̪̽͜n̴̞͇͆̈̓͑ỳ̵̛̞̝͖̄͠t̶̰̏͋h̴̨̹̗͉̾͘i̴͇̳̻̤̍̽͝ṋ̷̦̹̽̊g̴͖͕͑ ̸̘̫̑̇e̵̤̠̬̔̊̍̈l̴͈̙͗̈͂̔s̵̺͍̥̗̿e̸̗̙̿͐.̷̡̛̭̾͆

He smiled because he was happy.

Happy.

Happy, just as he should be.

Happy, just like A̴͙͒k̸̥̄i̶͍r̸̘̒a̴͈͌ ̷̞̐w̸̻̒a̶̖̕n̷͚̓ẗ̴̗́e̶̳͑d̸̰̅.̶̚͜

Goro smiled and closed his eyes as he felt something grab at him.

I̸̜̠͐͒̔͘ẗ̵̰́̑ ̶̰͍̯̼̣̏̈h̴̰̽͂̕u̸̱̩̹͑r̶͚̦̔̀̚t̷̝̗̽̑͘͝.̷͍̳͔͓̪͠

He was perfectly happy. They both were.

They both were.

They both

They

H̶͖̣̚ḙ̸̿ ̷̦͙͐n̶̤̜̔͋̓ͅͅe̵̬̖̣͊v̸̰͋̅̀͒e̴͖̣̊r̶̮͖̠̮͛̕͝ ̴̱̏̂͠ẅ̶̻̦̪͉͐a̵̜̙͒͝ň̸̡͝t̵̗͓̜̫͂̅̏̓e̶͖̻̯̽͐͋̔d̵̻̹̋̅-̶̹͜

I think that's enough for tonight

Goro's eyes grew heavy as Akira held him. A̷̧̜̰̘͒̈́͌k̴̛̰̤͆̅i̴̛̯̘͑̽͗͐ȑ̵̩̅͜a̷̢̢̞̞͓ ̴̭̉ͅh̶̛͔̤͓̺͋̊a̶̺̿̽́͠ͅd̷̛̲̜͓͔̀̎ͅ ̸̟̆͛ạ̴̕l̷̹̺̯̽̋̔̌ͅr̷̟͊̑͗̕é̴̼͚̝̥̐̊a̷̗̫͆̋̽̋̚d̸̻͍͙̲͔̓ỷ̸̢̝ ̸̧͓̱̍͐̑͝͝g̶̙̾̒̐ĩ̴̛̮͔̞̜̟̏v̵̱̑̄ȇ̶̟̥͗n̵̮͖̺̈̂͂ ̴̡̺̱̘͊͠ḯ̶̡͚̮͉̎̅̕n̴͔̈́͝.̶̯̻͕̱̏̈́-̶̨̼̊

Akira was already o̶u̴t̸.̷

And Goro soon followed suit. He smiled as fell into the deep clutches of sleep. He smiled because he knew tomorrow would be even more p̵̪͝e̷͍͠ř̶̭f̴̗̓ê̸̠c̷̬͋t̸͠ͅ than the day before.