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🎶Someone wrote this song before, and I can’t tell you where it’s from…🎶
Soft music fills the evening air. Osamu leans his head on Chuuya’s shoulder. “Hm… I think I like this.” Chuuya smiles in slight amusement. “Oh yeah? What about this do you like?”
“I don’t know…Maybe just the silence. When it’s just us”, he nuzzles his nose into the crook of his lovers neck and lets out a soft breath. “It’s like all problems in the world just fade into nothing.” He looks up at him, a softness unusual to anyone who didn’t know him gracing his face. “Y’know what I mean?”
Chuuya hums. He traces shapes on Osamu’s back. “I guess I do.”
The two stand in silence for a moment, watching the fireworks over their balcony and holding each other.
🎶And if you want a piece of my thoughts…🎶
“…Hey, Chuuya?”
“Hm?”
“Wouldn’t it be nice if we could stay like this forever?”
The ginger sighs. “Osa…” he starts, pulling him closer with his arm around his waist, “I wish we could.” He kisses the side of his head. It’s true, life has been busy lately. Especially for Osamu. Chuuya lets him cling to him tightly. He sighs. “It’s been rough, huh baby?” he asks quietly, rubbing his lower back. Osamu hums. “When isn’t it.” He stares at the fireworks. The colors -blue, red, green- dance in his eyes.
“Baba?”
They hear a small voice from inside. Osamu looks back. “Outside, munchkin.”
A small girl, around eight years old with reddish-brown hair and wide blue eyes, carefully stepped out of the apartment and onto the balcony. Chuuya smiles down at her. “What’s up, pumpkin?” She stares at him for a minute.
“When are we eating dinner?”
Chuuya and Osamu’s eyes widen almost in synch. “Shit…” Chuuya swears under his breath. Osamu rushes over to pick up Makoto, the girl, and bring her inside. “I’m so sorry baby, I forgot.” he mumbles as he quickly walks into the kitchen, Chuuya following suit. “It’s okay, baba,” Makoto nuzzles into his chest. “I know you forget a lot.” Osamu looks back at Chuuya and mumbles “Does this make us bad parents?”. Chuuya shrugs.