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A few days ago, Akito was married to Toya. It had only happened so that Toya’s dad, the king, would get off of his back, but the thought still made Akito feel. He had a lot of thoughts about the situation, mainly about how he was supposed to behave around him.
Tsukasa had gotten them a place to live, separate enough from their old homes to give them some privacy, and to help them maintain the lie. Akito wasn’t thrilled with the idea of Tsukasa knowing about their situation, but he trusted Toya’s judgement enough to accept his help.
That led him to his current situation, one where he was living with Toya, married to him, and others expected them to be in a relationship, of course, but he still wasn’t sure how Toya felt about the whole matter.
On the surface, he’d seemed to mostly just care about how his father would react. Though he had seemed genuinely happy at the actual event, and while that could have just been an act, he knew Toya well enough to know that he probably also had some personal feelings involved, too. The question was what those feelings were.
Toya had always been happier when he was with Akito, so he was probably happy about being able to spend more time together, which Akito also felt. That was a pretty safe assumption, and his.. husband’s interactions with him ever since have supported that. Every time that they’d been alone together, which had been surprisingly often, considering their respective duties, Toya had seemed genuinely happy to spend that time with him.
Over the past few days, Toya had shown more affection towards him, both when they were in public and when it was just the two of them. His newer actions had mainly been physical, with him publicly being near Akito more often and sometimes even holding hands with him. There weren’t any recent developments in how he talked about Akito, but that was probably because he’d already talked so highly of him, and so casually about him.
That probably had to do with convincing others that they were an item, but when they were alone, he’d gotten somewhat cuddly with Akito. He’d find himself being embraced by Toya, or feeling his hand on his shoulder or arm, or finding himself sitting so close to him that they touched just because of that. A lot of that might have just been something where he’d previously been too worried about someone else finding them together and assuming things, or that they just hadn’t had enough time to really get comfortable.
Akito felt Toya’s head on his shoulder, since they’d been sitting together at home again. Toya’s recent touches certainly made him feel things, things he had never dared to act upon, but they might not have meant anything to his.. husband. That phrase still felt weird, unnatural, since they weren’t in the sort of relationship that that title implied. He hadn’t worked for it, he wasn’t sure that Toya felt the same as he did, he hadn’t said anything about it, but it also felt wrong to use anything else at this point. It was the correct term.
Toya had given him a flower a few moments ago. It had been blue, like the ones at their wedding. Like the ones that they’d held. He didn’t know if that kind of flower had any significance, but that didn’t matter to him. The flower was a gift, a flower from his husband.
Said husband seemed to like those flowers, thought Akito didn’t know why. He thought that he liked them too, since Toya had seemingly decided that they were important to their relationship.
This one had been cut close enough to the base of the flower for him to be unable to tell if it was meant to have thorns. It was a flower that had barely opened, the inside mostly cocooned by the petals.
It was strangely beautiful, though Akito had never really noticed how he felt about flowers until the wedding. This one, though, was his favorite, he decided, one that Toya had apparently thought that he’d like. The flower, and especially the way he’d received it, made him feel strong feelings, and it suddenly felt likely that Toya might feel something similar.
He turned his head to get a better look at Toya, whose eyes were closed, but he was probably still awake. Toya liked to do that, find a position he liked, close his eyes, and seemingly focus entirely on how it felt. It was a nice habit, and it helped Akito know that Toya was happy with whatever they were doing.
Akito watched his peaceful face for a moment longer, and moved in a way that made Toya sit up again. Now that he was facing him, he could try something.
Since Toya was looking directly at him, it was easy to just put a hand on his cheek, on the side of his jaw, and he felt his husband lean into the touch a bit. Good, he could continue. It felt risky, but everything was going well, and he wanted him to know, so he continued with his little plan.
He leaned in, slowly, and Toya’s eyes widened before he also leaned in a bit. Toya tilted his head a little, pressing further into his hand, just before their lips met.
Akito felt things, in more ways than one. Toya’s face was warm against his palm, and his mouth was too. His thoughts slowed as he focused on the present, on these sensations he wasn’t familiar with. His husband’s eyes were closed, he was happy, he liked it too, and the sight made the moment feel more precious, and he decided that he would do so too, see why Toya was so fond of that little action.
When they parted, Toya gave him that big, at least for him, genuine smile that he’d fallen in love with. Akito smiled, how could he not? His husband loved him too, in a way that hadn’t been put into words, but was no less real.
Akito held a blue flower in his hands. Its petals were soft, and he now understood that it meant that Toya loved him as he loved Toya. He had nothing to worry about regarding their relationship, they had a history of being honest with each other, and this was no different. He only had to communicate with him, to take that risk so that Toya might understand, might help him, might take his breath away, as he’d always done.
He’d readily accepted Toya’s proposal, and it was only a few days ago, really, and it had been one of the best decisions he’d ever made.