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Kinshiro knew that Atsushi, like himself, was naturally an early-riser, so it struck him as a bit of a surprise when he awoke to find Atsushi still sleeping by his side, his face as peaceful as ever. Kinshiro figured he couldn’t blame him, though. When they had finished last night, Kinshiro had fallen asleep almost immediately, while Atsushi had presumably stayed up cleaning the mess they’d made.
‘That’s very much like him...’ he thought. ‘Always first to help. Always too kind, too selfless.’
Kinshiro rolled onto his side so that he was face-to-face with Atsushi. He decided that waking up prior to his love was a benefit. He had always wanted to look at Atsushi’s face up close, but had been far too embarrassed and flustered to ever do so while Atsushi was awake.
Kinshiro reached out and lightly caressed Atsushi’s hair.
As embarrassing as he knew it sounded, Atsushi’s hair had always reminded him of the sky, with it being so soft and such a lovely deep blue.
‘All that’s missing are the stars.’ Kinshiro thought to himself.
His eyes traveled down from Atsushi’s hair to his lips, and Kinshiro began to remember how they had felt the night before.
They’d been as soft as he had expected, maybe even more so, and, as they had trailed kisses down his neck, his chest, his arms and thighs, Kinshiro felt as though he’d been coated with petals.
He remembered how warm Atsushi had been. From his voice to his smile to his skin, all of him had been so warm, and he’d passed that warmth onto Kinshiro as well, painting his skin with it, filling his body with it. And Kinshiro knew (he’d always known) that Atsushi was the only one who could ever make him feel so lovely.
As Kinshiro returned to the present, he felt his cheeks bloom with color and heat. The thought of it all both embarrassed and comforted him, and he wondered if this was how being in love with Atsushi would always feel.
In love.
He was in love with Atsushi, head over heels. He’d been in love with him since their childhood, really, and he supposed that’s why he’d acted so rash and, admittedly, unreasonable when Atsushi had chosen to spend time with Yufuin rather than him.
Kinshiro knew that, whether big or small, there would always be a strain in their relationship; of course there’d be. Their former rivalry, the chaos they’d both caused, would always be in the back of both their minds. Their relationship would never really go back to the way it had been in the past. But, even so, the way things were now was more than Kinshiro could ever ask for. It was far more than he knew he deserved, and he still could not fathom how, after all the trouble and destruction he’d caused, Atsushi had still been kind to him, how he'd forgiven him, and how he’d accepted and reciprocated his feelings.
Kinshiro would often find himself believing that it was all a dream; an illusion. And it was at those times that he’d rush to call Atsushi, or meet with him, or even show up at his home, uninvited or not. And Atsushi would always welcome him with a warm smile, never once turning his back on Kinshiro. Never once rejecting him; never again. And that alone made him want to cry tears of pure joy.
He was the happiest he’d been in all his life, and he wouldn’t change what he had with Atsushi for the world.
The sun gleamed through the bedroom window, projecting specks of light onto Atsushi’s head, and his hair became the starry sky they had wished upon all those years ago.
So Kinshiro wished once more.
‘As friends, as lovers, I wish to always remain by your side, Atsushi Kinugawa.’