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Furuya Satoru just had the worst day, half the roses he ordered were on their last breath even with his expertise he couldn’t salvage them, the bouquets for his regular clients just didn’t sit right with him and seemed to clash with each other, he had spilled his matcha latte all over his crisp white work shirt, he had dropped his kanitama halfway through eating it, and the one day he forgets an umbrella, it pours. Satoru just wants to get home and forget this day happened. He’s trying to ignore the fact that he hasn’t gotten a single text from the one person he wants to hear from, no good morning or hello, it’s been radio silence, sure they live together but is that all there is to them now, silence? Satoru supposes it’s because he isn’t good at articulating the right things to say, he’s always misconstrued even with his love, so he prefers to speak through actions, but they haven’t seen or spoken to each other in days, the moment Satoru wakes up, his love just got back from work and leaves for work before Satoru comes back home. He thinks maybe he should send a text, then the power goes out which means the heat has gone out, and now he has to call because he just wants to get home, but he wonders if his love is even going to answer.
Satoru stares at his phone on the counter, there’s a chill that sits on the air now, he’s sure not too much time has passed since the power went out, but it’s already so cold, this is Hokkaido after all. He sighs, he’s tired, he knows he is, the radio silence and blackout are the finishing touches to the shit bouquet of this day, he thinks. He decides on walking through the rain, October Hokkaido rain will feel like actual icicles pouring down, he looks over the backroom and notices all he brought was a thin jacket since he was in such a rush. Satoru takes a deep breath and grabs his jacket, locks up the shop, and walks home in the rain. The rain feels like ice shards on his skin but he doesn’t care at this point, he’s tired and just wants to sleep, he can already feel the flu coming on, the walk to his apartment isn’t too long but it feels like he’s been walking for an hour. The rain gets harder and he’s shivering now, he runs the rest of the way and makes it to the lobby, he utters a greeting at the doorman who’s looking at him concerned and he’s dripping in the elevator, still shivering, he struggles to get his keys out once he’s on his floor, the rain’s soaked through his jacket and pants and his clothes cling to him uncomfortably, he just wants to cry, before he can put his keys in, the door swings open.
Hongou Masamune stares at Satoru in shock, dropping his car keys that he was biting onto, his leather jacket hastily put on, it hangs off his inked shoulder. Before Satoru can say anything, Masamune pulls him in, kicking their keys in. “Why didn’t you call me to pick you up?” Masamune asks irritated, he’s not really, it’s concern and worry, sadness even, Satoru can’t say anything, Masamune takes him in a hug before he can fall, and Satoru finally breaks. Satoru lets out a quiet sob, but it leaves his chest feeling heavy, he’s crying onto Masamune’s neck, he’s running out of air, but he can’t stop crying, he holds onto Masamune tighter as if Masamune’s the thing anchoring him in the earth. Masamune kisses the side of his head, “Toru” Masamune whispers, and it leaves Satoru crying even harder, God did he miss his own boyfriend. It hurts, this shit day, missing the man he loves and lives with but doesn’t ever get to see, “don’t leave, Masa” Satoru whispers, “Toru, I was just heading out to pick you up” Masamune responds softly, Satoru cries more, he knows Masamune only ever gets soft for him, but when was the last time Masamune was soft with him? “I’m sorry, Toru” Masamune whispers, he kisses Satoru’s temple, and Satoru hugs him tighter, and he rubs circles onto his back. “We need to get you out of these clothes, Toru, you’re going to catch a cold” Masamune speaks to Satoru like he speaks to sunflowers and tulips. Masamune carries Satoru to their bathroom, he slowly strips Satoru from the rain-soaked clothes, and he turns the hot water on in the tub. “Stay with me,” Satoru says barely audible, but Masamune takes his own jacket off and complies.
Masamune sits on a stool and shampoos Satoru’s hair, gently massaging his scalp, Satoru sits in silence. He washes his hair and helps wash Satoru’s body, his hands move gently as if Satoru was an Orchid, Satoru supposes it’s the precision Masamune needs handling a tattoo needle or when he sketches mindlessly on his sketchbooks. Masamune finishes helping Satoru, he wraps Satoru in a towel, and he holds Satoru to his chest as they walk to their shared bedroom. He pulls out his old grey sweatshirt, Satoru’s old running shorts, and he grabs the fluffiest blue socks Satoru owns, Satoru gets dressed, Masamune changes out of his own clothes that got wet from Satoru’s clothes, he puts on a black sweatshirt on, black shorts, and black socks. Masamune gets the hairdryer, and pulls Satoru to sit between his legs, he dries Satoru’s hair. Satoru still hasn’t said anything, they can sit in silence usually, but when was the last time they sat in silence comfortably? Masamune finishes drying Satoru’s hair, but he makes no motion to get out of their position, Satoru doesn’t either. “You haven’t called” Satoru finally says, Masamune doesn’t say anything, Satoru can imagine the frown on his face, “I haven’t seen, spoken, or touched you in weeks” Satoru continues, his eyes feel tired from crying, but he needs to say this, whatever it is, whatever feels so heavy on his chest that it makes his heart hurt. “I had the worst day, I really did, I didn’t even hear from you, but all I wanted to do was call you because you would’ve made it better, but I didn’t know if you would answer” Satoru’s voice cracks at the end, it hurts to say. “It’s like we live in the same place, but we don’t live together, Masa. When did we become like this? I had the worst day, and I couldn’t even c—“, Masamune interrupts him by cupping his cheek and kissing him, so gently, so unlike Masamune, who kisses him roughly and in a hurry, Masamune holds his face so gently like an apology. Masamune his forehead against Satoru’s, then he kisses Satoru’s nose, then his cheeks, then his forehead, then his lips, it’s so gentle, Satoru cries again, Masamune wipes his tears and kisses where the tears fell. “I’m sorry, Satoru” Masamune whispers, he cups Satoru’s face and kisses him again, Masamune moves Satoru so he’s facing Masamune, caged in between his legs. “I’m sorry” Masamune whispers against his skin, Satoru wraps his arms around Masamune’s neck, and Satoru sighs.
“I love you, I love you so much Toru. I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t call me, God that makes me so angry, I don’t want you to ever fucking feel that. Anything, you can call me for anything, I don’t care how busy I get, I’ll pause whoever client I’m working on. I’m sorry, Toru, I love you” Masamune says as he gently cups Satoru’s face, his thumbs rubbing his cheeks, Satoru sighs, “I love you, I miss you, so much, it hurts.” Satoru mumbles, “and I miss you, I’m sorry we got to this point, Toru.” Masamune presses his forehead against Satoru, his dark blue eyes stare into Satoru’s ocean blue ones, and Satoru thinks that he could live in Masamune’s eyes. “I’m sorry too, I should’ve said some—“, “no, I should’ve asked” Masamune interrupts him. Satoru smiles, “we try again?”, “we try again, Toru,” Masamune says softly.