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While nights were usually calm and quiet, in Enzync City? It was as awake as the starry skies above. Whether it was because citizens were out for dinner, walks, or evening errands- there was always something going on. That does not mean there were no people trying to catch some Z’s.
One particular man, Sour, was fast asleep. Sour was never a heavy sleeper, he was the life of the party! He makes music to dance to!... But Sweet… His darling, Sweet… She came back from the preheats to visit him. It felt… Safer to sleep, as if he could let go of his worries and let his guard down a bit.
It felt like yesterday that they had formed a relationship together. Yet it had been weeks in and the two felt like two candies in a party bag. Despite all the misfortunes and bad timings, she stuck by him… She was so understanding… Sour could not ask for anyone as patient and… well… “Sweet” as she is.
In his half-conscious state, he wondered when Sweet would be done with her nightly routine so that they could cuddle together while in bed. Then again, he understands if it took a bit. Sweet takes her time to prepare herself to look the best, so it would take a bit to unwind. As he was just about to fully drift asleep, he felt a soft weight next to him, and two delicate arms wrapped around him.
Sour tiredly grinned, pulling Sweet into a hug, “Hey, babe…” He murmured. Sweet gave a hum of acknowledgement, slightly nuzzling under his chin. As tired as Sour was, something felt off about that response. “Mm… Somethin’ on your mind?” He slightly drawled, waking up a bit. Sweet pulled Sour in more, as if he could disappear at any moment. Sweet’s silence and clinginess furthered Sour’s concern, letting his hold become more protective, stroking Sweet’s hair.
Sour asked again. “Sweet? Baby? What’s the matter?” He bit his lip, adding, “You know you can tell me anything… Right?”
There was a long silence before Sweet finally looked up at Sour, a glossy sheen over her eyes, “...S-Sour, I…” Sweet quivered, “I’m… I’m frightened… I… I do not wish to sleep tonight.”
Sour’s brows furrowed in confusion, “Why? What’s wrong?”
Sweet looked away, bringing a hand to her chest, “I… I have been… Seeing night terrors ever since… ever since the last time I visited…”
Sour felt his heart drop. Was Sweet still upset about what happened? “Shi- I mean-... Shoot, sorry Sweet. I didn’t know all the areas would close I didn’t-”
Sweet snapped, “It’s not about that!” Sour was taken aback by this. Sweet put her hand over her mouth, “Sour- I-...” She hiccuped, coughing to compose herself, “My apologies I just… It is not about that, Sour…”
Sour shook his head, “No- no… It’s- kiiinda dumb of me to assume that… Especially when you said you understood the situation…” The memories of what happened still left a bad taste in Sour’s mouth. He then realized what Sweet meant by that fateful visit. “Y… You meant when we bumped into Tangy, right?”
Sweet nodded, “Yes… Her…”
Her answer sprouted more questions, “W-Why are you having nightmares about her?”
The white-haired woman’s demeanor slowly began to crack, “I… when she-... When she held you… In her… form… I- I saw how hurtful it was to you… And… I… Whenever I close my eyes… I just… I wonder…” Sweet began to cry, “What if she did not decide to let you go? W-What if she squeezed you too hard- what if you- you-” The dam broke, “I don’t want to lose you. Sour!” She clung onto Sour as tight as she could.
Sour was stunned. He did not realize how much Sweet was frightened by the encounter. But then again, Sweet always seemed to put up her calm and composed self. She HAD to. How could he not have seen how shaken she was?
No.
There was no time for that. Sweet needed Sour as much as he needed her. “Sweet, baby…” He calmly shushed her, rocking her gently from side to side as he rubbed her back. “Sweet… I promise… NOTHING like that is going to happen to me. All of those what-ifs were from your dreams. They aren’t real.” Sweet looked at Sour as he continued, “What’s happening now? It’s real. I’m all well and good. And I’m here holding you. Nothing’s going to get us now.”
Sour brushed Sweet’s hair, “Besides, even if something like that were to happen again? I know you’d have my back as much as I have your’s.” Sour leaned in, gently placing a kiss on Sweet’s forehead, before touching hers with his. “...I love you, Sweet…”
Sweet sniffled, feeling silly and messy… And yet, Sour did not judge her for that, and not even for her worries. He was right… Both of them were there, alive… together in each other’s embrace. “...I love you too, Sour…” She replied, kissing him on the cheek. Sour felt his face heat up, looking into Sweet’s blue eyes. In the darkness of the night, they looked like diamonds.
Safe to say: the Sweet and Sour duo slept easy for the rest of the night.