the moment he stepped up to his dorm room door did he smell an oh-so familiar scent, flashes of violent red in eyes once honeyed, hands and arms he knew so well, lips and teeth he craved to feel again in the crook of his neck, the shells of feline ears. it’d been so long, his breath caught in his throat and his heart hammered against his rib cage, fingers freezing in place around the door handle, dark brows furrowing, every emotion he could possibly feel ripping through him like a hurricane, unforgiving, destructive. how long had it been since he’d seen those eyes, breathed in the comforting scent of iron and smoke? he counted every moment, every day, since haseshi left him alone.
was he still…his? after all this time? did that even matter? after all, he was the one that left. he abandoned him, disappeared without so much as a hint as to where he might have gone, and all fait could do was wonder, angry, tearful, yearning to hear his voice again. now that he might have that chance, he was– some part of him was afraid, but now wasn’t the time to be a fucking wuss. he swallowed the knot in his throat and in one fell swoop, he barrelled through his doorway, dropping his bag, feet pounding into the floor, eyes narrow and fixed on hase’s familiar form, and even though he’d lacked confidence, strength fleeing his vocal chords, he slammed his hands into the redhead’s chest and pulled him down, arms thrust around his neck.
was he angry? was he relieved? disappointed? aching? happy? he felt so much, but all he wanted in that moment was him.
‘ fuck you, fuck you, i missed you, ‘ he babbled, clinging to hase with everything that he was, pressing his quivering lips to his, every word falling from his tongue a broken, achy sound. how dare you, after all this time, how dare you.
Ah, there it was. There he was, in all his glory. How long has it really been? Has Haseshi really been gone for that long? If all the expressions passing through the feline’s visage was something to go by. And in those instants-- In those long, almost eternal seconds the two of them were just staring at each other, not knowing what to say, the robber himself didn’t know what to do, either, what to think or what to feel.
He had been the one going in there himself; willingly, consciously; and yet...he wanted to leave right now, a wave of wrongness washing over him-- What was he thinking? Why did come back? For him? Yes, yes he did, that was un unchangable fact and as much as he wanted to deny it he couldn’t trick his own heart even if he tried, couldn’t possibly try to deny all these conflicting feelings bubbling inside him threatening to spill over and make him lose his mind.
But no. He had to remain clam, had to remain in control. That’s why, despite of the mess that were his mind and his heart, on the outside he looked...surprisingly neutral. Blank, almost; merely a very slightly furrow of his brows all that he would allow to change in his otherwise emotionsless expression, given the impression he was merely a bit troubled about this whole ordeal.
That was just a facade, of course, just as mask that quickly crumbled the moment he felt the familiar embrace of Fait, of his kitten, again; how that smaller frame clung to him like a lifeline and Haseshi wouldn’t be far from that himself, arms quickly wrapping around the other tightly-- Almost painfully so as he immediately pushed him up against the wall without hesitation, not letting the other talk, just letting their lips moving desperately against each other do the talking.
‘I missed you so much. I’m so sorry I left you, I’m so sorry I was gone for so long’
‘I’ll just leave again, I’ll just abandon you again, leave you just when you need me most--’
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