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Panic grips at Jin’s chest as he clutches his mask in both fists, trying his damn hardest to remain calm. He has to remind himself that he’s doing this for a reason and it’ll be okay but it’s so hard to keep telling himself that when his other voices are so strong and-
A tender kiss is pressed against his cheek.
Then one against his nose.
Against his lips.
Against his forehead and the scar.
“Shh, shh. You’re okay, my dear. I’ve got you,” Atsuhiro whispers between kisses. He lays one of his hands on top of Jin’s clenched fists, rubbing his thumb over the knuckles of one hand.
“I won’t let you split.” Kiss.
“You’re real and I’m right here with you.” Kiss.
Slowly, so slowly, the voices that are a constant presence in Jin’s head start to fade out. He lets out a shuddery breath as tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Atsuhiro shushes him gently, kissing the corners of each eye.
“I know, Jin, I know. I know how hard this is for you but you’re doing wonderfully, darling,” he reassures him.
Jin almost sobs; it’s been so, so long since he last heard such loving praise. It’s a reminder of why he’s doing this: he’s doing it for Atsuhiro. He’s doing it for the man who, under all that pomp and vanity, has shown him kindness and given him a place to belong. A place at his side.
He still can’t believe that Atsuhiro wants him with all his imperfections.
“Of course I would, Jin. You are perfect the way you are,” Atsuhiro chuckles.
“S-Shit…did I say that out loud?” Jin flushes, anxiety rising. He still has a hard time stopping the other voices from spilling his thoughts out into the open. Atsuhiro chuckles kindly again, kissing him.
“You did but that’s alright.”
Pulling back, Atsuhiro cups the side of Jin’s face with a hand, gazing at him adoringly. It’s rare to have these moments, to show any sort of affection. They’re villains, after all; they have their parts to play. Society wouldn’t take them seriously if they allowed themselves to feel.
Even within the League, these moments are kept hidden. Despite how close they’ve become, there are just some things that are both better left unsaid and unseen.
No, these moments are solely for them.
Dropping his hands away from the younger man, Atsuhiro gives Jin one final kiss on the lips before pulling back. “Alright, dear. You’ve done enough for tonight. Go ahead and put your mask back on.”
No need to tell him twice! Jin quickly yanks his mask over his head as relief washes over him. The comforting feeling of knowing he can’t split with his mask relaxes the tension in his body. A hand rubs him on the back. Glancing over he sees his boyfriend has, also, covered his face back up, black and white mask staring back at him.
“How are you feeling, Twice? Are you okay?” Atsuhiro asks.
“I feel fine. I’m dyiiiing! I’m going to die! Just…a little tired,” he responds, yawning to accentuate his point.
Atsuhiro nods as he picks up his trench coat from the other side of him and drapes it over the two of them.
“Then let us get some rest. Morning will come much quicker than we realize and this old man needs a full eight hours of rest!”
“I don’t know why you keep saying you’re old. You’re only in your thirties. You’re one foot in the grave already! ”
Atsuhiro scoffs playfully. “Do you see who we surround ourselves with? Why, we have a bunch of young whippersnappers. Besides our leader, these youngsters are still pretty wet behind the ears when it comes to life!”
“But that doesn’t mean-!”
“Twice, dear, I adore you but I told you I need a full eight hours of rest and I’m not going to get that if you don’t go to sleep yourself!”
“Yeah, but-!”
“Shush!”
“...”
“...”
“...you haven’t told me ‘good night’ yet.”
A fond sigh.
“Good night, Jin dear.”
“Good night, Atsuhiro.
Old fart.
”