His Responsibility
Having nothing to hide when they were already this close, Jack nussled his nose against Tasuku’s fluffy, sky blue curls, his own arms winding around his petite waist loosely. “Yeah… Tasuku’s scent is so.. gentle.” Humming sleepily, Jack was quickly lulled by the feel of Tasuku’s form against his own, losing more and more consciousness with each passing second. “Hmnm… wake m’up… later.. I’ve gotta cook… hmn..”
“Hehe... You think?”
Snuggling against Jack again, Tasuku, too, reveled in Jack’s mild scent. It was calming and comforting and familiar, and the proximity made him feel so much more at ease.
He watched Jack’s face for a little while as his own eyelids grew heavier, smiling warmly at such show of vulnerability and relaxation. This was a Jack that only Tasuku would ever see, after all.
Even Jack can make cute faces...
“Good night, Jack.”
He pressed his face into Jack’s shoulder and quickly fell asleep.












