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When Kurosawa and Adachi get into an argument, Adachi knows it’s a little immature of him, but he storms out of their bedroom with his pillow and ends up on their couch.
Kurosawa doesn’t follow him.
Instead, he hears footsteps pacing inside their bedroom—a beat he listens to and counts as he puts his pillow on one side of their couch and his feet up the other.
He doesn’t remember falling asleep. But nonetheless, he falls into a deep slumber with a heaviness in his chest.
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His feet are cold.
When Adachi’s eyes open, the first thing he notices is that despite his cold feet, the rest of him actually feels quite warm. It isn’t until he moves that he realizes that a fluffy, gray blanket envelopes him.
Another thing Adachi notices, is that his right hand is warmer than usual. And he feels hazy, because it’s late before it registers to him that the warmth coming from his right hand has a limb attached to it where it lies on the ground in the shape of one Kurosawa Yuichi.
Adachi immediately sits up, getting a good look of his lover.
He realizes, then, that Kurosawa’s only lying on a futon and that he doesn’t have a blanket. That his arm is in an uncomfortable position just to hold his own. That his eyes are puffed red and his eyebrows are furrowed.
A pang of guilt hits Adachi and tears start filling his eyes.
“You’re so dumb.” He mumbles, voice cracking, as if he’s saying it to Kurosawa.
He tries and justify it in his head, to try and think of all the ways of how what’s happening isn’t making any sense.
Why did you give me the blanket when you’re clearly also cold?
Why didn’t you just sleep comfortably in our bed?
Why hold my hand when it’s the same one that slammed our door shut?
Why stay by my side when I left you on your own?
But in the end, he knows through and through, he’s only talking to himself.
How utterly foolish of him to let his feelings get the best of him. How infinitely selfish of him to only think about himself and not the man who wouldn’t think twice about putting Adachi first.
For a moment, he lets Kurosawa’s hand go and immediately gets up to find a space next to his husband as carefully as he can.
His tears flow down faster, especially when he holds Kurosawa’s hand again, this time covering both of them with the blanket.
He studies Kurosawa’s face and thinks about how he’ll probably have the same puffy eyes once he’s over crying.
“I’m sorry, Yuichi.” He whispers, kissing the space in between Kurosawa’s eyebrows until they soften. “I love you.”
Just when Adachi’s ready to go cry himself to sleep, reciting an apology in his mind again and again, hoping that even a fraction of his faults would be forgiven, he feels lips touch his closed eyelids and hears Kurosawa’s groggy voice.
“Don’t cry.”
It takes two words from Kurosawa for Adachi to bawl even harder. This time, he confirms that he really is dumb. Kurosawa’s already forgiven him. Before he can even apologize.
This time, it’s Kurosawa who lets go of Adachi’s hands and instead wraps his arms around the younger.
Adachi doesn’t say anything. He can’t. Whatever he might muster up the courage to say now wouldn’t even matter.
But Kurosawa brings his hand to the back of Adachi’s head and Adachi knows that Kurosawa knows that he’s sorry.
And Kurosawa, being the most selfless person Adachi knows, doesn’t make him say it.
“Don’t cry.” Kurosawa says again, caressing the back of Adachi’s head, planting a kiss on the top of the younger’s head.
This time, Adachi makes an effort to stop, burying himself in his husband’s chest.
He notices how Kurosawa smells like their laundry detergent. He counts Kurosawa’s heartbeat. He tries to figure out if his and Kurosawa’s bodies are the same temperature where they touch.
Adachi doesn’t remember falling asleep. But nonetheless, he stops crying right before he falls back into a deep slumber, a warmth pooling in his chest.
“I love you too, Kiyoshi.” is the last thing he hears, not registering how Kurosawa softly smiles and falls back to sleep too.
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Epilogue:
“Does it still look puffy?” Adachi asks as he pulls the frozen bag of peas away from his eyes.
Kurosawa removes his own bag of mixed vegetables to get a proper look of Adachi. “Just a little. How about mine?”
Adachi laughs softly. “We’re never getting to work on time.”
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