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Mikey dragged his feet across the apartment, barely lifting his legs with every step. He was tired. Too tired.
Too tired to move, too tired to sleep.
Worried that his insomniac turning in the bed would wake up his partner. Again.
That was the only reason he forced his physical shell from the soft sheets and into the cold of the night. He could have at least put on some socks to retain some of that warmth, even if he knew very well that what really mattered in that bed was the person sleeping next to him.
He wanted at least for Haruchiyo to get some night's sleep.
A deep sigh escaped his lungs when he stood in front of the full-length windows in the living room. No matter how many times he saw it, how many sleepless nights he would stare at the lights by his feet… they were always stunning.
Tokyo was… a hell to live in. He knew that. Bonten was part of the problem that cursed this city, a venom coursing through its veins.
Somehow it didn’t stop the place from charming him with the pretty night lights—street lights, skyscrapers, countless cars going in every direction, even despite the ungodly hour.
That was the only part of the city he liked—a view that not everyone could see, which was the main reason he rented this place.
Looking down at the city would put more things into perspective, more distance between him and memories of the places he’s been to, streets he used to walk before a personal driver would get him wherever he desired. A life he used to have.
Mikey raised his hand and rested it against the window. A shiver went down his entire body when his skin touched the cold surface.
He wanted to be further away from the mundane matters happening in the streets. Even if that meant his fall would take longer than it should.
His head felt dizzy when he made a small step forward; the tips of his toes touched upon the glass. So close.
If there was a way for him to penetrate the glass… If he could lose his physical form and let his particles move between the molecular cracks…
The wind would push the air out of his lungs like his Babu used to when he still had a heart for bike drives.
His clothes would flutter around his frame like when the wind blew during a beach trip he took while still in his teens.
The city lights would become closer and closer, pulling him in, waiting for him at the very bottom to shine over him, one more time.
He was already resting his forehead against the cold pane, imagining the night air on his skin, in his hair, when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his middle. Pulling him in. Closer. Away from the doom that would inevitably meet him in the scape of his mind when the fall would end.
“Can’t sleep?” Haruchiyo murmured with his lips against Mikey’s head, planting a small kiss there.
“Not really.” Sometimes Mikey hated that small gestures like that would melt him. But he couldn’t hate that he allowed his second in command to get close enough again to perform them. “Didn’t wanna wake you up.”
“I told you many times that it’s okay. I’d rather be awake than have you suffer from insomnia alone.”
Was that really that easy?
It definitely didn’t seem that easy. That… love , that Haruchiyo spoke of, that he showed. It felt complex and hard to grasp, because why waste such a beautiful feeling on someone like him?
Mikey just hummed and moved his body slightly back to lean against Haru’s chest.
“I’ll do it next time.”
It was Haruchiyo’s turn to hum instead of replying. Maybe the man knew that Mikey lied— that even despite the promise, he would still choose to suffer alone.
“How about watching a movie?” His lover asked after a few moments of silence.
“Too tired.”
“Then how about bed?”
Mikey can only shake his head weakly because, as much as he wanted to sleep, he feared it just wouldn’t happen if he lay down, no. But this? — He placed his hand on Haruchiyo’s, preventing him from breaking the hug, as if the man would ever think about such a thing. — This felt better than his usual sleepless nights.
He looked ahead, but this time, rather than focusing on the city lights, he tried to distinguish their reflection against the glass. To catch a glimpse of Haru’s green eyes. Tried to.
Because, eventually, every time he blinked, it was harder to open his eyes again. Almost like the heartbeat against his back and arms guarding him from a fall were lulling him to sleep better than any pill could.
“C’mon. You’re basically falling asleep on your feet.” A hot breath hit Mikey’s ear when Haru leaned in to whisper. “Let me carry you?”
At this point, he could only grunt to acknowledge the question, but thankfully, it was enough. Haruchiyo got it. He got Mikey.
One more kiss at the tip of his bleached head.
One more time, Haru squeezed his frame before moving his hands into different positions.
And he was flying.
With his head resting against the warm chest, with the heart there beating just for him. Carried to safety, away from the cold of the night that would call his name in the most unexpected moments.