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it was a stormy night in inazuma, thunder painted the skies. kazuha hugged scaramouche in a warm embrace, in their king sized bed that they shared together.
“goodnight, my love.” kazuha whispered to his boyfriend as he planted a chaste kiss on the boy’s cheek. kazuha knew full well he wasn’t sleeping for hours, anxiety had flooded his brain, but watching the love of his life sleeping peacefully next to him, made him tranquil and took some of the worries out of him.
kazuha never wanted to let go of scaramouche. kazuha shuts his eyes, and pictures him and scaramouche. ever since he met the indigo-haired boy, he felt as if he was perfection. he had no flaws. he’d give up anything for him. he wonders how much hope he would even have left if he never had scaramouche in his life. every time scaramouche talked to him, he felt a feeling he never had before. he couldn’t describe the unusual feeling, until that day, scaramouche took kazuha to ritou, and confessed all his love for him. love. that peculiar feeling - kazuha found his missing piece to the puzzle.
silence filled the room as the two boys nestled into eachothers arms, legs intertwined. kazuha’s daydream continued until he felt a teardrop fall on to him. his eyes shot open and he looked up to see his lover, tears streaming down his face, eyes closed.
kazuha slowly shifted out of scaramouche’s hug and cradled the lethargic and teary-eyed boy in his arms, careful not to wake him. he played with the soft, indigo hair with his calloused fingers, whispering small “shhhh…”’s as if he was comforting a small crying child. scaramouche was still listless and sound asleep. kazuha kisses his temple with a light touch of his lips and slowly moved upwards to kiss his forehead. kazuha would do anything for this sleepy boy, to calm him down from his nightmares, for him to never have a single worry again.
“my dear kunikuzushi..”
he smiles subtlety, and clasps scaramouche’s hand. he never wants to let go. until his love is free of the worries that bother him.
“like captured water,
i hold you in my cupped hands,
you flow on my palm.”
he leaves soft kisses on his cheeks and little whispers of “shhh…” every now and then, but scaramouche isn’t leaving kazuha’s sight.
the short, indigo-haired man eventually falls back into his snooze tear-free, and kazuha lays him back into their shared soft, cozy bed. he lays next to him, and faces him. he lightly holds his waist with one hand, careful not to wake him. he pulls the white, snug covers over them both, and kazuha finally dozes into dreamland.
hours later, the sun illuminates the previously darkened room. scaramouche opens his eyes, turns his head to the side, and smiles at the sleepy platinum blonde boy whose arm is still wrapped around the newly awakened man’s waist. he fondles with the boy’s hair, and curls the streak of red between his fingers. he smiled twinkly and remembered the haiku kazuha said to him that night. he heard it all. all those soft loving words. the words he’ll cherish for a lifetime. he rubbed his thumb in small circles over kazuha’s cheek and said,
“you comfort my sleep,
all quiet and rosy,
you smile, and i melt.”