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It's already past 12. Finally, the Vlivers and the viewers bid goodbye, then the stream ended succesfully.
After the screen turned pitch black, Fuwa inhales and sighed loudly, stretching his sore body backwards as the chair creaks along.
"Uwaaah, finally done~~ Good work, Mayuyu!" Fuwa said, with all the energy he has left, he beams a smile at his partner today.
"You too, good work." A soft, yet tired-sounding voice replies. Mayuzumi stood up from his chair, rubbing his exhausted eyes. He nearly fell asleep on stream earlier, and maybe Fuwa noticed that too.
"Sleepy?" Fuwa asked, with a tiny nod as a response from Mayuyu. He smiles a bit seeing that.
"I'll go wash my face," Mayuzumi said, quickly went outside as Fuwa hummed in reply, busy tidying up his stuff.
15 minutes went by so quick, and Mayuyu hasn't came back even after Fuwa finished packing up. The host feels that something is off, since everything is a bit too quiet and there's no water sound running in the background.
"Mayuyu?"
Fuwa called, but no answer. Usually he will hear a loud-enough 'yeah?' from him.
Slightly worried, he decided to check the bathroom- And didn't find Mayuzumi there, though he could see that the sink was used.
Fuwa walked to the living room, where he could see the dark-haired man sits on the sofa, being all comfy with a shawl wrapped around his arms.
His eyes are fully closed, and he could hear the softest snore from Mayuzumi.
'Ah .... Cute.'
Fuwa sat down besides him, tapping his shoulder but to no respond.
"Mayuyu? Don't you want to go to the bedroom to sleep? I'm going leave now, okay?" Fuwa said, now shaking Mayu's shoulder a bit more strongly. There's just a soft 'hmm' as an answer.
"Mayuuu~?"
No reply. Seems like the man already walked too far in the dreamland.
Hesitant, Fuwa glanced at the front door- Rethinking his choice to go back home.
Maybe it's better to stay over. It's midnight anyway, right ...?
'Well, pardon me then.'
He puts down his bag onto the floor, and makes himself comfy on the sofa. Softly, though, to make sure Mayuyu doesn't wake up.
"You must be tired huh," he mutters, talking to himself as his eyes stared at Mayuzumi's peaceful face-
-That, he realizes, is very ... soft-looking.
Not the first time, for sure.
"Mayuyu's skin is always so white, like snow," Fuwa mumbles. His hand slowly moves forward, brushing away Mayuyu's hair from his face, and ran his fingers through the man's ebony locks.
'Even his hair is very soft,' Fuwa thought, as he plays around with it. He wants to ruffle it, but that's no good considering the situation.
Out of the blue, Mayuzumi's hand moves a bit, making Fuwa shift his attention. Curious, he holds the man's hand, playing around with his long and, somehow, delicate fingers.
'Pretty.' Fuwa thought, comparing it side-by-side with his own fingers. His is slightly smaller. Mayuyu's is more pale too- Though maybe that's for his overall looks.
"It's amazing how you're still not awake with me disturbing you," Fuwa whispers. His eyes went back to Mayuzumi's face, taking a glimpse at how long Mayu's eyelashes are. It flutters a bit, with Mayuyu's unclear mutters as a respond when Fuwa pokes the man's cheek.
"Cute," Fuwa blurts out, as he pokes Mayuzumi's cheek again. There's another annoyed noises, making him chuckle.
"You're very cute aren't you, Mayuyu."
He said, kinda whispering by reflex.
"I can imagine you telling me to stop if you're awake and hear me saying that," Fuwa continued, laughed a bit at his own thought. "Will you stare at me and judge me silently? Or will you blush, I wonder."
Silence. He realized something.
"I never see you blush before, Mayuyu."
Fuwa said, now just fully talking rather than mutters, and sits slightly closer to him.
"I want to see that, especially up close."
His finger touches Mayuzumi's cheek for a split second, then pulling back when the man twitched.
"Ah, sorry."
Fuwa went silent, now thinking of something else.
"What does it takes to make you blush? You're literally so deadpan to everything," he grumbles. "I can do the most romantic thing ever that could make any girls flutters in an instant, but to you it's just me being weird."
He laughed.
"Even if you do blush though, I don't ... want others to see that."
Somehow, Fuwa's taken aback by his own words.
"I wonder why do I think that way," he mumbles. "Maybe people will make fun of you .... Ah, well, I don't want to see that." Fuwa continued, once again playing around with Mayuyu's fingers.
"Though you're so cute if you do. A lot of people will think the same .... Or maybe, people already do."
Fuwa glanced at him again, somehow worried he will wake up.
"I really want to call you cute everyday, I don't know why," Fuwa said, laughed awkwardly for no reason. "But, then again, you don't really like being called cute. I shouldn't say that."
Suddenly, his phone screen lights up- Indicating a message came in. He quickly checks it, but his eyes strayed to the clock.
It's 01:34. Maybe he should sleep too.
He glanced around, wondering if there's another place for him to rest comfortably.
The only option might be the bed, but then again, it feels rude to just sleep on someone else's bed while the owner is out here.
'Oh, I can just ... sleep with Mayuyu here.'
He thought, now looking at the other that's still sleeping peacefuly- Rethinking his choices.
.... Mayuzumi wouldn't mind ... right?
Carefully, Fuwa took his jacket off and lays his head on Mayuyu's shoulder, gently snuggling himself to Mayuzumi's side. Holding in a giggle, he felt a weird tickling emotion runs through his stomach.
'This feels nice, though maybe it's a little weird,' Fuwa thought.
Oh well, it's time for him to rest anyway. He'll think about a good reason tomorrow.
"Sweet dreams, Mayuyu."
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It's heavy.
He just woke up, with some unknown pressure on his left side.
He rubs his eyes, collecting his consciousness as he tried to stretch a bit.
Mayuzumi glanced to the side, seeing a familiar light purple-ish hair strands. The soft snore makes Mayuyu realize who is it.
"Oh, so he didn't go back home."
Gently, Mayuzumi moves the man away, quickly laying him down on the sofa with a cushion for Fuwa's head.
"You could've just woke me up, you know." Mayuyu mutters, as he covers Fuwa with his shawl.
Is it just his eyes, or Fuwa is smiling in his sleep?
'Eh, maybe he's just having a good dream.' Mayuzumi thought. As he's about to walk away, he felt Fuwa's hand tugging on his sleeve.
"Eh?"
"Mayuyu~~?"
So ... he is awake. Or so it seems.
Without any reply, Mayuzumi sits back, now with Fuwa holding onto his sleeve- Still with closed eyes and the same tiny smile, making him unsure if this man is actually awake and pretending, or sleep-talking.
Well, it doesn't really matter either way.
Maybe he can close his eyes too, and enjoying the silence between them until Fuwa decides to wake up. It's still pretty early anyway.
Though, one thing for sure -
".... It's not a dream huh, Fuwa?"
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