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the day felt much like any other. in fact, it was the most normal day amagi had in the last month. still, somehow, it felt as if something were missing. it was strangely quiet lately… almost too quiet. that is, until he got home. expecting his average routine which consisted of greeting his grandparents with a quick “tadaima~”, then running to his room to finish any homework he may have from the day and then chatting with takara over text, he was instead greeted by his own mother, ominously loitering in the hallway leading up to the front door. just seeing the woman’s face sent amagi into fight-or-flight mode, scared to see the hollow shell of a person who claimed to be his mom opening her arms to him, slowly creeping forward to trap him in her cold embrace as fake tears furiously streamed down her face. he always worried in the back of his mind that she may show up again, begging him to come home, aggressively and unwantedly shoving her love on him—but he never expected it would happen today. i mean, it was all so simple, so basic, so perfect. before he knew it, he was trapped. so, very trapped. her empty gaze met his eyes as she slightly pulled back to look him in the eye.
“amagi… just come home for the weekend, at least… we can ease back into everything, but promise you’ll come back home to your dear old mom, huh? don’t you know how how much i love you and have missed you all these years, dear? no one will ever love you as much as i do, so just forget everyone else and–”
“stop. just… please stop already. you’re wrong.” amagi had enough of his mothers empty words. he certainly couldn't stand it, hearing her claim she loved him the most. slowly tears began to pool up in his eyes and all he could think of was takara. “i… i’m not going home with you. that will never be my home. you’re really wrong about everything… i… there’s someone else who loves me the most in the world, unlike you, who never has…” amagi slowly trails off so he doesn't give enough information away to the ghost who keeps her cold arms around him, suffocating him. he hates every minute of that cold, unwelcoming touch. it always feels the same.
before he knew it, she had lost it. small sobs suddenly escalated into violent screeches and incoherent yelling between quick shallow breaths, bringing amagi immense discomfort and fear. his eyes dart around the room, afraid to make eye contact with the wretched beast that stood before him. just as he escaped her touch, she desperately pulled him back to her, hanging onto amagi’s ankles as he slowly tried to step back out the door and she pleaded and begged him to come back to their wretched “home”.
home. amagi wanted to go home. but this was not his home. nor was the so-called “home” his mother spoke of.
home. where was his home?
he slowly tried to continue to walk backwards, tried to escape his mother’s tight grip. violently shaking, tears began to stream down his face. he was uncomfortable. extremely uncomfortable by his mother’s touch, he wanted to escape, to go home.
shaking off his mother’s frail, yet incredibly strong hands, he turned around as fast as he could and immediately began to run. his body couldn’t help but flee to the only place his mind registered as home. as he picked up his pace, stopping seemed almost impossible. he needed to get home, to his safe space, an environment in which he’s loved the most in the world, the place where his favorite person lived in absolute comfort, the place where he’s more than just a kid, more than just another person, the place where he becomes more important than the world.
takara slowly paced in his room, checking his phone anxiously. he had messaged amagi and received no response, not even a read receipt. his chest became tight, and his mind began to wander. amagi wasn’t one to miss texts, and he’d seemed more quiet and reserved lately. could something have happened? why would he not read his texts, why has an hour passed since the text sent, there’s still no response… suddenly his gut sank.
“i need to go check up on him.” he whispered under his breath as he quickly made his way out of his room and to the front door.
he frantically began to run to the door, desperately opening it as he hurriedly pulled on his shoes. when the door was thrown open, what stood in front of him was amagi, with a hand extended reaching towards the doorway, looking down, hair messy and posture low. he pulled his hand back to his side.
“amagi…”
“takara… i want to go home.” he spoke holding back the rest of his tears. he couldn’t bring himself to lift his head and look takara in the eyes.
“…what?” takara was confused. what could have possibly happened to the poor boy who stood before him, who hurt him?
amagi stood still, didn’t let out another word, and continued to stare at his feet standing on the crooked doormat. he couldn’t resist his tears anymore, and they uncontrollably began to stream down his face as takara reached down to his chin and forced him to look him in the eye. without a thought, noticing his glistening, sad eyes, he immediately pulled amagi into a comforting, warm hug.
“takara, i don’t want to go back. i can’t… she…”
“shhh, shhh, it’s ok, let’s breathe for a second,” takara started, unable to hide the worry in his voice. “breathe with me, deep breath in… and… out…”
“i can’t go back, that’s not my home… shun… where is my home…?” amagi let out between short, quiet sobs. he clutched onto takara’s shirt and buried his face into his chest.
takara carried amagi inside and slowly closed the door behind them. he sat amagi down and slipped off his shoes, replacing them with his house slippers, when he noticed marks and bruises on amagi’s ankles. he carefully picked him up and princess-carried him back to his room, sitting him on his bed and giving him a quick kiss on the forehead before sitting next to him.
“If you don’t mind me asking… amagi, what happened?” takara was hesitant to ask, but he couldn’t avoid his desperation to know who could’ve possibly hurt him in such a way, who could’ve possibly come and taken away all of amagi’s warm sunshine to replace it with such a dark and rainy storm. whoever it was, he certainly would never forgive them for what they’ve done, sending amagi to his doorstep in tears, begging to go ‘home’.
“...well… when I got home…” amagi began to choke on his words, embarrassed of the endless amount of tears that still continued to fall down his cheeks. “...my mom… she forcefully tried to drag me back home… I tried to tell her no and she… she…” he couldn’t finish his sentence, it was too soon, he was still scared and deeply discomforted by the events from this evening.
takara took amagi’s hand and placed it in his. he began to slowly caress amagi’s thumb with his own in small, comforting, circular motions. it completely shattered his heart to see amagi cry, and his own mother being the cause was only the final blow. he knew of amagi’s past troubles, but he never realized just how bad it continued to still be. he looked down, back to amagi’s bruised ankles. suddenly, it all made sense—he needed no other words to explain the situation.
“she wouldn’t let go, i… i tried to pull away and she trapped me again, i…”
“shhh… it’s ok now, you’re here, safe with me. it’ll all be ok, don’t you worry. i wont let anyone, even her, ever hurt you, taichi. i love you so damn much, i can’t even believe she could ever do something to you… that woman makes me sick.” he moved his other free hand from amagi’s thigh up towards his face, cupping his warm, tear-glazed cheeks, wiping the tears as they rolled down his precious little face. takara would dedicate the rest of his life to protecting this adorable little boy.
“i… i couldn’t think of anything else besides going home… so… i came here…” takara’s face burned up, he could immediately feel the blush settling on his cheeks. home. takara was amagi’s home. it melted his heart to hear such sweet words from the love of his life. he began to run his fingers through amagi’s messy hair, twirling delicate strands as he leaned closer to the precious boy. he looked at him with a gentle gaze.
“thank you, taichi.” he let out quietly, before leaning closer and giving him another kiss, this time on the bridge of his nose. “seriously, i’ll marry you one day.”
amagi softly smiled, leaning into takara’s side. His eyes fluttered as he let out a tiny yawn.
“mmm… i’m tired…” he began, keeping his eyes shut as he lay against takara’s shoulder.
takara carefully leaned himself and the small, delicate boy to lay against fluffy pillows beneath their heads.
“It’s been a long day, hm?” takara says, turning to his side to look at his lover.
amagi nods, pulling himself into takara’s body. he wraps his arms around him and rests his head on his chest. takara looks out the window across from them, filled with cotton candy skies as the sun begins to set, before wrapping his arms around the boy, shielding him from all the harm in the world.