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‘Sanemi’
…‘Sanemi’
Shinazugawa turned around heavily in their bed.
‘Yeah?’, he whispered out, voice gritty from the last few hours of disuse.
The 4am moonlight lit up Tomioka’s face in a rounded sort of way, and Sanemi easily caught the way his eyes shifted confusedly even through squinted eyes.
He steeled himself for some stupid question, and absentmindedly considered how he quite enjoyed Giyuu’s nonsensical thoughts that he so often felt inclined to share, even when he would awake Sanemi at ungodly hours to do so. He thinks back to when Giyuu wouldn't speak to him at all, misunderstandings plaguing each attempt at communication. Now he gets this.
Tomioka seemed to be turning pinker and pinker under Sanemi's lazy scrutiny, head tilted slightly upwards, wide blue eyes gazing directly into sleep clouded purple ones. His body was still pressed flush against Sanemi’s own, his hand fumbling with his blue nightshirt. He was squirming slightly, and seemed far too jittery for someone who had supposedly just woken up. Ah. So he'd been awake for a while now, Sanemi gathered. Curiosity began to overcome his tiredness.
‘What’s wrong, ‘Yuu?’
‘I’m really happy right now, Sanemi’
Shinazugawa was washed with unspoken realisation immediately. He knew Giyuu. He knew him so well now, and fuck. He really loved him.
The small gap of silence prompted Giyuu to continue speaking anyway.
‘I told you I’d get better and saying how I feel, so I wanted to tell you. I was watching you sleep. And I felt happy. I feel… lucky, that you are besides me. I love you Sanemi.’
Another small beat of silence, in which Giyuu had apparently not noticed the flaming heat radiating off of his partners face. He didn’t shut up
‘Also you snore a little bit. You stopped at one point and I was scared you’d died. But I could feel you breathing. Please don’t stop snoring, I can’t sleep without the noise. When we go back to sleep carry on. Also I kissed your forehead. Sorry I didn’t tell you. You were asleep.’
Giyuu flashed his small smile. Sanemi DID die. The end.
Bringing his head down, Sanemi decided to forgo hiding his fluster and met Giyuu’s eyes. His lips met the crease of a dark eyebrow. His scarred hands tilted that perfect jaw up just slightly, and they slotted together like the perfect puzzle. He had once been reluctant to use his jagged hands on such a flawless surface, but the day that Giyuu had held his hand in his own and mapped out each scar with his lips, and asked, pleaded, for Sanemi to touch him, that fear had shattered.
‘I love you Giyuu. So fucking much’, he spoke the only thing he knew.
‘Happy?’, he got in response.
‘Yeah. ‘M happy baby’
Giyuu sighed happily against the other’s neck, as his lips began to move once more,
‘Do you think you could fly using your wind breathing technique?’