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A small sigh and the rustling of paper disturbed the quiet of the room, Thoma's fingers flipping through the documents again. His master had fallen asleep not too long ago, exhausted from a long day of meetings, paperwork, people and more meetings. As the Kamisato clan's retainer and the person closest to the siblings, the blond had more to do than any of the housemaids. Documents, private commissions, cleaning - those were just a few things off Thoma's never-ending list of work.
On the table the papers rested upon stood three candles, beads of melted wax rolling down. The candles were about to go out fully, only a few centimeters left until the room would be submerged in darkness.
Noticing that, Thoma rubbed his eyes with a quiet groan and stretched. His back let out a few dull cracks, followed by a yawn falling from the tired man’s lips. The retainer stood up from the chair gracefully and blew out the candles one by one, the small work room illuminated only by the faint moonlight coming in from the big window.
The blond’s sock-clad feet made no noise on the dark wood floors as he made his way over to the room of the older Kamisato sibling.
This… thing between the two of them was fairly new, and Thoma was still not used to sleeping in Ayato’s bed, he wasn’t used to the affection, he wasn’t used to being loved back .
Before they became a couple, Thoma thought he would forever hold his affection towards the light blue-haired male a secret. However, every secret comes to light eventually, and the retainer’s love towards his master was no exception. Ayaka, the younger sister, saw through Thoma’s seemingly perfectly constructed facade, calling him out on it and making him stutter out an explanation that confirmed the young woman’s suspicions.
It was visible in the way Thoma would take care of the young master. Some would say he was polite and ready to help everyone, but only those close could notice the small details. The lingering touches as the retainer passed an intricate cup full of hot tea from his own rough, work-ridden hands into the soft, glove-clad ones of the clan leader. The sincere laugh at Ayato’s jokes and the crinkle at the edge of his eyes. The loving gazes Thoma passed to the older Kamisato sibling as he was training out in the backyard. And although he was Ayaka’s assistant, he still couldn’t help but be drawn to her older brother.
Even as Thoma stepped into their (now shared) bedroom, he still couldn’t believe that the gorgeous man laying on the bed, with his hair spread out on the pillow like a moonlight halo, was his . His to adore, his to love, his to cherish and love.
A soft smile stretched across the blond man’s lips as he shed the upper layers of his clothing, left in nothing but a shirt and underwear. Slowly and quietly, he slipped under the cool covers.
The room was just as dark as the rest of the house, only the rustling of the bedsheets a sign that people were present. With a soft sigh, Thoma gently wrapped an arm around his sleeping lover’s waist and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. Ayato smiled in his sleep without waking up, moving closer to Thoma and his warmth, who, in turn, moved closer as well until both were snuggled up to each other.
And thus, in peace, the two of them fell asleep, meeting up in dreamland as they would in real life.