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When I arrived home, I was not surprised to find Yuu’s shoes lying haphazardly near my front door. I pushed them to the side with my own foot before slipping off my shoes, I tried calling out to see if he was near, but got no response.
I was heading into my living room when I saw a tuff of raven hair poking up from the top of my couch. I crossed the room before glancing around the chocolate cushion, sure enough: Yuu was fast asleep.
I had to bite back the chuckle that threatened to slip as I caught sight of the dried smears of paint on his cheeks, fingers, and clothes. I carefully, so not to wake him, lifted the blanket off the edge of the couch before draping it over him.
“Sleep tight, Yuu-chan~” I whispered, gently stroking his hair before stepping away to eye whatever he had been painting.
The canvas was uncovered, allowing the paint to dry, and even in the afternoon lighting, it was easy to tell what his boyfriend had been painting. An angel. And if I wasn’t imagining it, I would say it almost resembled me.