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Miyuki drops his husband onto their bed with a slight bounce, earning him his favorite giggles in return.
"Kiss me already, Miyuki Kazuya!" Sawamura exclaims, complete with grabby hands.
Miyuki is much too willing, immediately hovering above him before covering his husband's face with small and quick smooches. On the forehead, nose, and cheeks.
"On the lips, you tanuki!" Sawamura protests in between chuckles, shamelessly enjoying the attack of kisses he is receiving.
"You're really calling me that again? Nevermind on that kiss, then," Miyuki teases.
Sawamura pouts, and it's so cute Miyuki almost gives in right that instant.
"Don't give me that face," Miyuki says.
Sawamura blinks his eyes, feigning innocence. "What face?"
"This face," Miyuki says before pinching both of Sawamura’s cheeks and stretching them.
Sawamura yelps. "Argh. Stop that, you jerk! It hurts!"
Sawamura’s hands try to push Miyuki’s hands off of him but they stay firmly on his face, squeezing his cheeks. An idea pops into Sawamura’s mind.
Sawamura locks his arm around Miyuki's shoulders and flips him over, switching their positions. Before Miyuki can do anything, Sawamura tickles Miyuki's sides vigorously.
Miyuki bursts into laughter almost obnoxiously loud, and he can't remember the last time he laughed like this with anyone else. Tears start to form in his eyes from the force of his laughter.
"Okay! Stop! Sawa-" he manages before he's cut off by his own laughter from another attack of tickles.
Sawamura preens for a moment at the laughter he caused before letting Miyuki out of his misery and plopping himself down flushed against Miyuki's chest.
"Miyuki Kazuya, please never stop laughing," Sawamura says against his chest.
"I'm afraid that's not physically possible, Sawamura."
"You jerk," he puffs his cheeks. "I'm trying to be romantic here."
"Oh yeah? Hit me with your best shot," Miyuki teases.
Sawamura growls at him before softening again. He takes a deep breath and exhales. "I love hearing you laugh, Miyuki. I love your laugh," Sawamura proclaims.
Miyuki softens, endeared by his husband's proclamation. He then smirks. "Just my laugh?" He asks.
"Of course not, idiot." Sawamura scoffs. "I love–"
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Miyuki opens his eyes only to realize the dampness of his sleeping mask.
He takes his mask off to rub his eyes and lays there, eyes damp, staring at the ceiling.
He takes in the cold space next to him on the bed.
Ah. No Sawamura…
He can't believe a dream had given him the one thing he wanted most but could never have. Sawamura Eijun. Miyuki wants to say that Sawamura belongs with him, but Miyuki isn't that selfish. Sawamura would most likely rather be with a girl with soft skin and a pretty face. A girl that doesn't tease him all the time or get on his nerves. A girl who would cheer him on among the crowds instead of the guy catching his pitches. A girl like his childhood friend, Wakana.
Miyuki cringes thinking about her.
Miyuki has nothing against her, really. She seems like a cool person. It's just that… It's a given, isn't it? That they'll end up together eventually.
Miyuki heaves a sigh. Seriously, what was Miyuki thinking, letting himself fall for Sawamura? Miyuki has had enough on his plate to begin with. He didn't need to have an unrequited love story to add to the equation. God forbid Sawamura finds out about his feelings. It will all just be a mess.
Miyuki closes his eyes and sighs. At least for a moment, he gets to experience what it feels to have Sawamura. Even if it’s only in his subconscious.
To have Sawamura as his husband… To have Sawamura by his side until they grow old together…
Damn, what a dream.