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Three cups of warming hot chocolate perched atop Satoru's ice cold table counter, rapidly losing heat as time went by. “Satoru, where are Nanako and Mimiko?” Satoru shrugged, twirling his spoon around in an empty mug, causing unpleasant sounds to arise. Dark eyes eyed such actions in displeasure. Suguru placed a final cup of hot chocolate atop Satoru's counter.
Satoru couldn't see below Suguru's waist whilst sitting at the table but he could definitely see his face,“Suguru, don't give me that look, I don't know where the hell they are, I couldn't even find Megumi an-” Warm hands wrapped around his waist, encasing him into a hug. “Suguru? What's.. wrong?” He melted within Suguru's touch, turning around to be met with a kiss. Hesitant, delicate, but passionate.
“Nothing's wrong.. it's fine if you don't know where they are.” Suguru remained composed, smiling wholeheartedly,”Do you think something's wrong?” Satoru yawned, shaking his head as if to say ‘nevermind’, but he never got the words out. He turned back to his empty mug, savouring Suguru's embrace.
“Are you sure?” Satoru asked, the unpleasant sounds resumed. Warm hands continued to travel Satoru's body, but somehow, there was a slight cold encasing them. A metallic smell. Sharp. Unforgiving.
The sound instantaneously came to a stop, and lastly, a shrill clink sounded from the mug. Satoru's dining room floor turned crimson.
“Yes sweetheart I'm sure.” Suguru held Satoru in his arms even closer as he started to cough up blood,”What's.. wrong?” It was as if his words were dripping with blood, Satoru's blood. Satoru couldn't form words anymore. Every time he tried, he'd retch forth with blood.
“Are you sure,” He paused, wearing a heartfelt smile,”there's nothing wrong?” Satoru attempted to free himself from Suguru, reassurance could no longer be found within his lover, only bloody malice remained. Horror etched away at him. “Sweetheart, why won't you talk?” He had no strength left. None at all.
It was the sixth time that week. He didn't wake up screaming, nor crying. The metallic smell vanished alongside threatening memories of bloody flooring and missing children. Although the fleeting fear hadn't quite vanished yet almost taunting him every second.
He felt a familiar warmth surrounding him, he'd awoken in Sugurus arms, ”Nightmare?” Satoru swallowed, speechless,”It's not real. Everyone is alive and well, are you?” He appeared wide eyed, devoid of any rational thinking. “Satoru? Sweetheart-”
Like a cat in water, Satoru felt as if Suguru touched him with fire, he almost jumped out of his arms. “Please don't use that term right now with me.”