[Fic] Safe Place (Arata/Aoi)
Fandom: Tsukiuta.
Pairing: Uzuki Arata x Satsuki Aoi.
Rating: G.
Genre: Fluff and Hurt/Comfort.
Summary: Arata goes to Aoiās room after a rough day.
Notes: also on AO3. Art by @milalala8
Enjoy!
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Arata opens the door of Aoi's room, feeling a little more at ease as he senses Aoiās sweet smell. His eyes pass from the books and papers piling on Aoiās desk to his bed, where heās sleeping, facing the wall. Arata approaches the bed quietly to spoon him. He places his hands on Aoiās waist, caressing where the hem of his sweater doesnāt cover his skin.
He sniffs Aoiās neck, waking him up, Arata didn't want to though: Aoi has been staying up late the whole week due to his busy schedule.
"Oh, I didn't hear you," Aoi says, yawning.
"Hey, sleep a little more," Arata replies.
"Was I sleeping?"
Arata squeezes Aoi's waist a little more. "Yes."
Slowly, Aoi tries to get up, but Arata holds him tight.
"Rest a little, you're tired."
"But I said I'd make you pancakes."
Arata buries his face on Aoi's back, felling his shoulder blades move as he tries to get up.
"Geez, Aoi I can't believe you're more than twenty and I still have to take care of you like when we were kids," Arata murmurs on what Aoi ā after years of being together ā recognizes as his half serious tone.
"Look whoās talking!"
"We're both kids then."
Aoi gives in and turns to kiss Arata's forehead. "How was class?"
"Awful."
He pushes Arata's bangs to the side and caresses his hair.
"Really? Werenāt you going to the hospital today?"
Arata nods and takes Aoi's hand to kiss his palm, pressing his nose to inhale his scent, humming softly as he kisses one time each fingertip, trying to delay his answer, successfully because Aoi continues talking:
"You were really excited this morning, thoughā¦"
Arata looks up to the window, the sky is clear as Aoiās eyes, then looks at the real deal, to see them sparkling, looking back at him with devotion. Then he notices his own emotionless reflection on Aoiās pupil and remembers:
"An old lady passed away."
Gently, Aoi caresses his cheek and jawline, noticing the mild affliction on his sleepy eyes and slightly puckered lips.
"That's sad, cookie."
Arata nods and pulls Aoi closer. "She was sick, but still. It was awful."
"I know, I know," Aoi murmurs as he puts a lock of hair behind Arataās ear.
"My classmates cried ā some of them. I didn't, that's the worst part."
"I'm sure it wasn't because you didn't feel sad about it."
Arata kisses Aoi's cheek and buries his face on his neck, feeling on his safe place.
"Abe-sensei congratulated me, he said that since I'm going to be a doctor itās good that Iām acting like one already," Arata slurs the words, blowing them against Aoiās collar.
Aoi pecks his temple and hums a little to ease Arata.
"I'm not proud about it, Aoi, itās... itās terrible."
"We both know how it is, huh? Do you want to keep talking about it?"
"Let's drop the subject, 'kay? You have too much on your mind."
Aoi shakes his head.
"Sweetheart, we can talk, but if you're really sure I'll drop it."
Arata nuzzles to his chest.
"Let's take a nap."
Aoi looks at the work piling on his desk before nestling to his boyfriend's side, they stay quiet for a while, hearing the sounds of the street and the birds.
"Can we go to a shrine?" Arata asks. Aoi hums in response, so he keeps talking. "I want to pray."
"Tomorrow, 'kay?"
Arata closes his eyes and feels Aoi's breathing, his chest calmly going up and down.
"Just to be safe... Ā youāre sure that I mean it when I tell you that I love you, right?"
Aoi chuckles and opens his eyes.
"Araaataaa-kun, we've been dating for years, I'm sure, because Arata shows it through actions."
Aoi leans on to peck his cheek, his skin is still a little cold from the wind, but the part where his lips touched it reminds warm.
"I love you, Aoi."
"I know, you went to three different stores yesterday just to buy my shampoo, testing them just by my smell."
"Aoi-kun is always like that with me."
"Because I love you, too."
Arata leans on and kisses Aoi before muttering a good night and drifting into slumber.
But Aoi isn't sleepy anymore, so he caresses his hair and kisses softly his temple, contemplating how as Arataās mouth starts to curve on a small smile, a tear descends from his lacrimal to his nose stopping on the tip. Aoi carefully wipes it off with his finger.
āAooiā¦ pancakeā¦ā
Aoi lets out a giggle and covers his mouth to not wake up Arata, and moves closer, to nestle right to his side, closing his eyes, hearing the soft murmurs of Arataās sleep talk, which slowly decrease until thereās nothing but snoring along with the chirps of the birds outside.
Aoi feels at ease, even if he has tons of stuff to do and Arata is sad; itās okay, because on times like these, Aoi can rest from his schedule and Arata has someone that always understands him.
āRest in peace, grandma,ā Aoi murmurs, and hugs Arata tightly.
