Love Letters from Shibuya

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[lovelettersfromshibuya]

3.. 2.. 1.. We are Love Letters from Shibuya!

Welcome to the roleplay and ask blog for Love Letters from Shibuya, a Project Sekai OC unit!

Run by @inscrutable-ari (he/him) ❤️

Asks are open for characters listed, but no NSFW please! Other than that, you can drop anything — don't be scared 😛

Please note that both this blog and these characters are a work in progress! Things will most definitely change as time goes on :)

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Tagging

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List of Characters

Hayashi Yumu 💘

Osanai Shirato 🌖

Kasuga Hana 🎸

Thongchai Fumiya 🦎

Hasegawa Miyuna 🦋

+ The Virtual Singers! (Miku, Rin, Len, Luka, MEIKO, KAITO)

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I know, I'm just. . . Not used to it, I guess. I'm usually what you'd call the 'therapy friend', I think, so people usually come to me with their problems. But it's. . . Nice to get these things off my chest. So, even if I did the same for you, I'm gonna thank you anyway. Haruki playfully kisses the tip of Fumiya's nose before turning his attention to Miso.

I get that. And I'll try my best, don't worry. I want to make sure she's comfy with me. He mumbles, as if speaking to loud will spook the beardie. He gently takes her from Fumiya, making sure her body and tail are supported, even if he had a slight shake from nerves. A-am I doing it right? I'm not hurting her, am I?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I should've expected that. But we're dating, so I think that changes the game a little bit, no? I want you to be able to.. talk to me about whatever, really. Get something off your chest without feeling like a burden. Which is soo hard for you, I know.

Fumiya's face scrunches up slightly at the kiss, letting out a tiny chuckle before focusing back to his bearded dragon. Miso was a bit curious, staring at Haruki's arm and tilting her head a bit, but was overall quite relaxed on his hand. Fumiya couldn't help but coo.

Aw.. I-I mean, ah, yeah. She's fine. You're doing good.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Oi. Haruki counters playfully, lightly shaking his head at the last comment in that sentence. However, there is still a smile on his face. . . . Thanks, Fumi. I want you to know that it's the same for me, whenever you need to talk about anything.

Haruki smiles wider when he's told he's holding Miso right, his hands stilling quickly afterwards. He watches her closely, cheeks faintly going pink at Fumiya's cooing.

I'm glad to hear that. Especially with how nervous I was the first time. She definitely seems quite relaxed with me now, which I assume is a good thing.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I know I'm right. Fumiya replies, chuckling at Haruki's playful nature. He was such a dork, but it was cute. And you're welcome.

Fumiya also watches Miso closely, making sure she wasn't getting stressed out or anything. She crawls up his arm before adjusting herself on his chest. Yeah, definitely a good thing. She's pretty cuddly, so I'm not shocked that she likes you. You can pet her a bit if you'd like.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles as Miso cuddles up to him, gently petting her with an index finger. Well, I'm glad it's a good thing. Even if she likes cuddling, I still get a bit nervous that I'm overstepping things. So, it's nice to hear she likes me.

In between continuing to pet the beardie, he leans a bit closer to Fumiya, snuggling up to him a bit. He doesn't even seen to notice that he is, just smiling and happily petting Miso while enjoying some time with his favorite person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

If you were, you'd know. She gets black under her chin when she's stressed out. Plus, I'm here to guide you if needed.

Fumiya adjusts himself slightly as Haruki snuggles closer, blushing a bit but allowing him to be close. He kept his head on his shoulder, suddenly smelling something different. Fumiya presses his nose against the crook of Haruki's neck.

Do you wear perfume? What is that?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Got it. I'm not seeing that, so I think we're good. And yes, I have your help, too. I'm quite lucky I have it, too. Haruki smiles, a mix of joy and a light playfulness on his face.

His cheeks go red when Fumiya presses his nose to his neck, his heartbeat spiking rather quickly. O-oh! I thought I washed most of that off. . . But yea, it's a perfume. I think it's vanilla scented? I don't know why they put it on me when I was just taking photos, but. . . Yea.

I-if it's too much, I can wash it off the rest of the way! I'm gonna have to wash off my makeup before bed anyways, so it's not that big of a deal.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah, yeah.. Fumiya shakes his head, rubbing his cheek with his free hand to try and stop getting so embarrassed. Whatever that meant. He hummed as Haruki answered, sitting up with a small stretch.

No, it's.. I was just curious. But c'mon, let's wash your face before we forget. Don't want a face of makeup on my pillows..

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Yea, it'd probably be good to get it done now. I don't wanna forget and do just that. Especially after the amount of my own pillow cases I've lost to that. . . Haruki responds playfully, untangling himself from Fumiya and carefully returning Miso to him.

I brought my usual skincare here, so I shouldn't need to borrow any of yours. He adds, grabbing his stuff from his bag. Do you just wanna stay here while I get it done? I will note that it takes me a minute, but I shouldn't be too long. I hope.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya carefully grabs Miso and gets off the bed, putting her back in her tank and sliding the door shut. He then adjusts his shirt.

It depends on you. I don't mind coming with, but you should also have your privacy. So I can stay here, if that's what you want. He shrugs. I don't mind if it takes long either.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Then I'll just do it myself. Don't wanna bore you with the whole routine. Haruki replies playfully, quickly pressing a kiss onto Fumiya's cheek before heading to the bathroom. I won't be too long!

Once he was in the bathroom, he began the process he usually went through every night: getting makeup off his face, cleaning it again, and then doing his usual skincare. An extensive process, but one he had gotten used to due to his career.

As soon as he was done, Haruki was back in Fumiya's room, stuffing his skincare bag back into his main bag before focusing his full attention on his boyfriend with a happy smile. All done. Now, do you have anything in mind for the next activity of the night?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Mmh. Fumiya hums softly at the kiss, trying to appear nonchalant like usual. He decided to slip into his pajamas while waiting for Haruki. It was pretty simple, just a baggy black t-shirt and soft grey pants with little cactuses on it, for whatever reason.

Umm.. we could bake, if you'd want. I'm not a super good chef like Yumu, but I can follow a recipe. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. He fidgets with his phone. Or we could play video games again, or.. I dunno, play fight. Don't wanna accidentally hurt your pretty self, though. Fumiya then smirks, teasing and trying to get any kind of reaction.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

All those sound good- Wait. Haruki pauses, turning dramatically to Fumiya with a hand over his heart. You'd suggest to play fight with ME? The poor, beautiful prince who dare not get a single scratch on his face? He's obviously teasing as he continues on with the 'poor damsel' act before bursting into laughter.

I-I'm sorry, I couldn't resist! He manages to say in-between laughs, fighting to catch his breath. Which he eventually does. B-but, I don't mind if we bake or play games. After all. . . He leans over, pressing a quick kiss onto Fumiya's lips before backing away again. I'm enjoying all the time I'm spending with you.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya pauses, before bursting out into laughter himself. He couldn't help himself and lifted Haruki up before tackling him onto the bed. Yeah, you. Maybe you need some roughing up every now and then. But you already have some thick skin, so maybe not.

He playfully rolls his eyes at the kiss, grabbing Haruki's face and gently moving it around. Whatever.. dork. What kind of stuff do you like eating anyway? You like chocolate, I know that.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki happily laughs again at being tackled, barely reacting outside of the pure joy coursing through his veins. I mean, I wouldn't mind it. Especially if it means I get to see your handsome smile, Fumi.

He giggles at his face being moved, too, before he leans up and presses another, slightly longer kiss to Fumiya's lips. After that, he lays back on the bed again, thinking to himself. Well, yes, I do like chocolate. I like most sweet things, actually. But I also like matcha and homemade cooking as well. I'm just not much of a spicy person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Ugh. Fumiya's face was a deep pink, moving his face away slightly to hide himself. Though, obviously that didn't quite work, reciprocating the soft kiss he was given. He hadn't realized he had scooted closer to Haruki, butterflies in his stomach.

I'll have to keep that in mind, then. Just.. you know, 'cause.. He shrugged, not entirely sure what he was even saying at this point. We can bake some cookies, or a cake, or.. whatever. That could be fun. But you gotta choose what we make, if we do make something.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Some simple chocolate chip cookies honestly sound really nice right about now. But we can make other kinds too, if that's not your speed. I don't mind. Haruki murmurs, noting Fumiya scooting closer. Gently, he hugs his torso, carefully resting his chin on the other's shoulder.

We don't have to do it immediately, though. I wouldn't mind just sitting here and cuddling for a bit. Talking about whatever. Like I said, I just want to spend time with you. Especially since it feels like it's been forever since we've last done this.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Nah, I like chocolate chip cookies. Simple. He glanced down at where they were touching, stiffening slightly like he was unsure. Though he just let himself be hugged, relaxing.

Are you sure? I don't want you to be, like, bored.. not that I care, though.. He definitely did care, that was obvious. He gently brushed some of Haruki's hair away. But, yeah, I'll follow whatever you want. Does it really feel like it's been forever?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Fair enough. Then we'll do that when we get to it. But not now. I'm comfy here. Haruki mutters simply, as if stating an obvious fact. He smiles as Fumiya relaxes, gently squeezing where he was hugging him and continuing to cling to him, much like a koala would a tree branch.

And yes, I'm sure. I don't get bored when I'm with you, and I enjoy being close to my favorite person. Just. . . Lemme be clingy for a bit, yea? He hums in content when his hair is moved, leaning into the touch. But feel free to tell me when you wanna move. And it might've just felt long to me cuz of work. Don't really wanna think on it. Could you play with my hair more, please?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Oh- oh, okay. Yeah. Whatever. Fumiya awkwardly pat Haruki on the back, feeling like a snail about to retract into its shell. Not because he was feeling bad or anything, he was just incredibly dumb when it came to love and affection.

..Probably, yeah. I get that though. It can be a lot, especially with what you do. But I won't talk about that. He runs his fingers through Haruki's hair once more, feeling the strands. You say I'm your favorite person a lot.

He says it like it's a simple observation, but to him, it was much deeper than that. Are you sure, Haruki? Do you mean it? There were so many things he wanted to ask, but he kept his mouth shut instead.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles a bit wider as his hair is played with, happily humming at the feeling. Thanks, Fumi. Like I've said before, I just wanna focus on being here with you right now.

He pauses at Fumiya's next statement, but nods a little, trying not to disturb the hand in his hair. I do, yes. And that's because you are. Yes, I have a lot of friends and people I work with, but none of them come close to how I feel about you. You make me feel safe, loved, and much less like. . . Well, just a pretty face.

He watches Fumiya's face, brow briefly furrowed in worry. Is there something else you wanna ask, Fumi? I don't mind answering any questions, y'know? If you don't, that's okay, but I don't want you feeling like you have to keep it from me. He gently moves, pressing a gently kiss to Fumiya's jaw before returning to his previous spot.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya nods, listening to Haruki's explanation with a softened expression. It filled him with relief, but also made him feel quite.. small. It was embarrassing for him to even think about asking for reassurance, let alone actually asking for it.

..But he probably should. He stammered a bit, folding a little at the kiss on his jaw. Just. Um. I dunno. I guess I just.. sometimes it's hard to totally believe things. Not because I don't trust you, I just.. dunno.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I understand that. I know it might not be exactly how you feel or think, but I sometimes do wonder how I managed to get a relationship with you. Why you put up with me and my condition. Stuff like that. Haruki mumbles, grabbing one of Fumiya's hands and messing with his fingers.

But then I remember everything you've told me. Everything you've done for me. And I realize that even if I'm still not sure how this happened, I'll never regret it. I'm happy, Fumi, with you. And while I know a lot of this, the vulnerability and whatnot, might still be a bit scary, I hope you feel happy with this, too. Happy with us.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

It's not "putting up" with you. Fumiya shook his head with a small huff. He understood somewhat, but he hated the fact Haruki believed he was such a burden. Still, as he listened, he found himself letting out a sigh of relief.

..I do. I get confused sometimes too. But I know that I'm happy. Thank you for being with me. Even if I'm hard to understand. Fumiya says, gently squeezing Haruki's hand.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki remains quiet, letting Fumiya's words sink in. He didn't react initially, but he did feel tears trying to form in his eyes. He quickly blinks them away, squeezing Fumiya's hand after he squeezed his.

I'm glad to hear that, Fumi. And I don't think you're hard to understand, but that just be because of how long I've known you now. He quietly giggles at that remark, pressing another kiss onto Fumiya's cheek. You're welcome, Fumi. Love you.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki's eyes getting all watery, not entirely sure what to do. He himself would probably get frustrated or embarrassed if someone pointed out he was getting upset, but obviously he wasn't Haruki. He gently wiped his finger under Haruki's eye, even if there were no tears.

Probably. But isn't it.. weird? Whenever Yumu forces me to watch stuff with him, it feels like all the characters know everything about what they like or what they want or.. just.. knowing everything about this kinda thing in general. I feel so.. useless when it comes to love, I guess. But- whatever. Not a big deal. He stammers as he's kissed, clearing his throat.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki seems a bit shocked when Fumiya wipes under his eye, not sure how he noticed he was tearing up. But, he didn't complain, leaning into his touch and gently pulling him closer to his chest. He listens as he talks, brow briefly furrowing.

I don't think it's weird. That, and a lot of those movies are exaggerated. At least in my mind. Not everyone has everything figured out, and it's fine that they don't. And it's alright that you don't know much about love. I don't know much about it either, but we're both learning about it and how to apply it in our own ways. And even if you don't think it's a big deal, I want you to know that whenever you're confused, you'll have me here. And I'll help you where and when I can. Okay, Fumi?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya let himself get pulled closer, sighing as he rested against Haruki's chest. Had he always been this comfortable? It was weird, he didn't want to let go..

...Okay. Thank you, Haruki. It.. makes me feel more at ease. He then yawns, tangling their legs together. Really at ease.

He hadn't realized how tired he had been, and now it was all suddenly hitting him like a brick. He adjusts his arms around Haruki, not even realizing he had slipped his hand slightly under his shirt to feel Haruki's skin against his own.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly adjusts himself so Fumiya could lay more comfortably against him, a small smile on his face. He remembered Fumiya not always enjoying touch, so seeing him this comfortable around him and his hold? Made him feel rather happy.

It's no problem, Fumi. I'm glad I could help. He murmurs, trying to keep quiet so his partner wouldn't be disturbed.

He did briefly and quietly squeak at his hand, but he didn't comment much on it, ignoring the blush now on his face. Instead, he continues to hold Fumiya, occasionally running one of his own hands up and down his back. Feel free to get some sleep, Fumi. I'll be here when you wake up. Promise.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Mhm. Fumiya simply mumbles. He was still a bit confused by everything, especially now that he was clinging to Haruki like his life depended on it, but he was simply too sleepy to do anything about it. He raised his head slightly to check on Miso in her tank before placing his head right by Haruki's chest again, a soft snore escaping his lips after a couple minutes.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I know, I'm just. . . Not used to it, I guess. I'm usually what you'd call the 'therapy friend', I think, so people usually come to me with their problems. But it's. . . Nice to get these things off my chest. So, even if I did the same for you, I'm gonna thank you anyway. Haruki playfully kisses the tip of Fumiya's nose before turning his attention to Miso.

I get that. And I'll try my best, don't worry. I want to make sure she's comfy with me. He mumbles, as if speaking to loud will spook the beardie. He gently takes her from Fumiya, making sure her body and tail are supported, even if he had a slight shake from nerves. A-am I doing it right? I'm not hurting her, am I?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I should've expected that. But we're dating, so I think that changes the game a little bit, no? I want you to be able to.. talk to me about whatever, really. Get something off your chest without feeling like a burden. Which is soo hard for you, I know.

Fumiya's face scrunches up slightly at the kiss, letting out a tiny chuckle before focusing back to his bearded dragon. Miso was a bit curious, staring at Haruki's arm and tilting her head a bit, but was overall quite relaxed on his hand. Fumiya couldn't help but coo.

Aw.. I-I mean, ah, yeah. She's fine. You're doing good.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Oi. Haruki counters playfully, lightly shaking his head at the last comment in that sentence. However, there is still a smile on his face. . . . Thanks, Fumi. I want you to know that it's the same for me, whenever you need to talk about anything.

Haruki smiles wider when he's told he's holding Miso right, his hands stilling quickly afterwards. He watches her closely, cheeks faintly going pink at Fumiya's cooing.

I'm glad to hear that. Especially with how nervous I was the first time. She definitely seems quite relaxed with me now, which I assume is a good thing.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I know I'm right. Fumiya replies, chuckling at Haruki's playful nature. He was such a dork, but it was cute. And you're welcome.

Fumiya also watches Miso closely, making sure she wasn't getting stressed out or anything. She crawls up his arm before adjusting herself on his chest. Yeah, definitely a good thing. She's pretty cuddly, so I'm not shocked that she likes you. You can pet her a bit if you'd like.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles as Miso cuddles up to him, gently petting her with an index finger. Well, I'm glad it's a good thing. Even if she likes cuddling, I still get a bit nervous that I'm overstepping things. So, it's nice to hear she likes me.

In between continuing to pet the beardie, he leans a bit closer to Fumiya, snuggling up to him a bit. He doesn't even seen to notice that he is, just smiling and happily petting Miso while enjoying some time with his favorite person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

If you were, you'd know. She gets black under her chin when she's stressed out. Plus, I'm here to guide you if needed.

Fumiya adjusts himself slightly as Haruki snuggles closer, blushing a bit but allowing him to be close. He kept his head on his shoulder, suddenly smelling something different. Fumiya presses his nose against the crook of Haruki's neck.

Do you wear perfume? What is that?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Got it. I'm not seeing that, so I think we're good. And yes, I have your help, too. I'm quite lucky I have it, too. Haruki smiles, a mix of joy and a light playfulness on his face.

His cheeks go red when Fumiya presses his nose to his neck, his heartbeat spiking rather quickly. O-oh! I thought I washed most of that off. . . But yea, it's a perfume. I think it's vanilla scented? I don't know why they put it on me when I was just taking photos, but. . . Yea.

I-if it's too much, I can wash it off the rest of the way! I'm gonna have to wash off my makeup before bed anyways, so it's not that big of a deal.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah, yeah.. Fumiya shakes his head, rubbing his cheek with his free hand to try and stop getting so embarrassed. Whatever that meant. He hummed as Haruki answered, sitting up with a small stretch.

No, it's.. I was just curious. But c'mon, let's wash your face before we forget. Don't want a face of makeup on my pillows..

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Yea, it'd probably be good to get it done now. I don't wanna forget and do just that. Especially after the amount of my own pillow cases I've lost to that. . . Haruki responds playfully, untangling himself from Fumiya and carefully returning Miso to him.

I brought my usual skincare here, so I shouldn't need to borrow any of yours. He adds, grabbing his stuff from his bag. Do you just wanna stay here while I get it done? I will note that it takes me a minute, but I shouldn't be too long. I hope.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya carefully grabs Miso and gets off the bed, putting her back in her tank and sliding the door shut. He then adjusts his shirt.

It depends on you. I don't mind coming with, but you should also have your privacy. So I can stay here, if that's what you want. He shrugs. I don't mind if it takes long either.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Then I'll just do it myself. Don't wanna bore you with the whole routine. Haruki replies playfully, quickly pressing a kiss onto Fumiya's cheek before heading to the bathroom. I won't be too long!

Once he was in the bathroom, he began the process he usually went through every night: getting makeup off his face, cleaning it again, and then doing his usual skincare. An extensive process, but one he had gotten used to due to his career.

As soon as he was done, Haruki was back in Fumiya's room, stuffing his skincare bag back into his main bag before focusing his full attention on his boyfriend with a happy smile. All done. Now, do you have anything in mind for the next activity of the night?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Mmh. Fumiya hums softly at the kiss, trying to appear nonchalant like usual. He decided to slip into his pajamas while waiting for Haruki. It was pretty simple, just a baggy black t-shirt and soft grey pants with little cactuses on it, for whatever reason.

Umm.. we could bake, if you'd want. I'm not a super good chef like Yumu, but I can follow a recipe. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. He fidgets with his phone. Or we could play video games again, or.. I dunno, play fight. Don't wanna accidentally hurt your pretty self, though. Fumiya then smirks, teasing and trying to get any kind of reaction.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

All those sound good- Wait. Haruki pauses, turning dramatically to Fumiya with a hand over his heart. You'd suggest to play fight with ME? The poor, beautiful prince who dare not get a single scratch on his face? He's obviously teasing as he continues on with the 'poor damsel' act before bursting into laughter.

I-I'm sorry, I couldn't resist! He manages to say in-between laughs, fighting to catch his breath. Which he eventually does. B-but, I don't mind if we bake or play games. After all. . . He leans over, pressing a quick kiss onto Fumiya's lips before backing away again. I'm enjoying all the time I'm spending with you.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya pauses, before bursting out into laughter himself. He couldn't help himself and lifted Haruki up before tackling him onto the bed. Yeah, you. Maybe you need some roughing up every now and then. But you already have some thick skin, so maybe not.

He playfully rolls his eyes at the kiss, grabbing Haruki's face and gently moving it around. Whatever.. dork. What kind of stuff do you like eating anyway? You like chocolate, I know that.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki happily laughs again at being tackled, barely reacting outside of the pure joy coursing through his veins. I mean, I wouldn't mind it. Especially if it means I get to see your handsome smile, Fumi.

He giggles at his face being moved, too, before he leans up and presses another, slightly longer kiss to Fumiya's lips. After that, he lays back on the bed again, thinking to himself. Well, yes, I do like chocolate. I like most sweet things, actually. But I also like matcha and homemade cooking as well. I'm just not much of a spicy person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Ugh. Fumiya's face was a deep pink, moving his face away slightly to hide himself. Though, obviously that didn't quite work, reciprocating the soft kiss he was given. He hadn't realized he had scooted closer to Haruki, butterflies in his stomach.

I'll have to keep that in mind, then. Just.. you know, 'cause.. He shrugged, not entirely sure what he was even saying at this point. We can bake some cookies, or a cake, or.. whatever. That could be fun. But you gotta choose what we make, if we do make something.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Some simple chocolate chip cookies honestly sound really nice right about now. But we can make other kinds too, if that's not your speed. I don't mind. Haruki murmurs, noting Fumiya scooting closer. Gently, he hugs his torso, carefully resting his chin on the other's shoulder.

We don't have to do it immediately, though. I wouldn't mind just sitting here and cuddling for a bit. Talking about whatever. Like I said, I just want to spend time with you. Especially since it feels like it's been forever since we've last done this.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Nah, I like chocolate chip cookies. Simple. He glanced down at where they were touching, stiffening slightly like he was unsure. Though he just let himself be hugged, relaxing.

Are you sure? I don't want you to be, like, bored.. not that I care, though.. He definitely did care, that was obvious. He gently brushed some of Haruki's hair away. But, yeah, I'll follow whatever you want. Does it really feel like it's been forever?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Fair enough. Then we'll do that when we get to it. But not now. I'm comfy here. Haruki mutters simply, as if stating an obvious fact. He smiles as Fumiya relaxes, gently squeezing where he was hugging him and continuing to cling to him, much like a koala would a tree branch.

And yes, I'm sure. I don't get bored when I'm with you, and I enjoy being close to my favorite person. Just. . . Lemme be clingy for a bit, yea? He hums in content when his hair is moved, leaning into the touch. But feel free to tell me when you wanna move. And it might've just felt long to me cuz of work. Don't really wanna think on it. Could you play with my hair more, please?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Oh- oh, okay. Yeah. Whatever. Fumiya awkwardly pat Haruki on the back, feeling like a snail about to retract into its shell. Not because he was feeling bad or anything, he was just incredibly dumb when it came to love and affection.

..Probably, yeah. I get that though. It can be a lot, especially with what you do. But I won't talk about that. He runs his fingers through Haruki's hair once more, feeling the strands. You say I'm your favorite person a lot.

He says it like it's a simple observation, but to him, it was much deeper than that. Are you sure, Haruki? Do you mean it? There were so many things he wanted to ask, but he kept his mouth shut instead.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles a bit wider as his hair is played with, happily humming at the feeling. Thanks, Fumi. Like I've said before, I just wanna focus on being here with you right now.

He pauses at Fumiya's next statement, but nods a little, trying not to disturb the hand in his hair. I do, yes. And that's because you are. Yes, I have a lot of friends and people I work with, but none of them come close to how I feel about you. You make me feel safe, loved, and much less like. . . Well, just a pretty face.

He watches Fumiya's face, brow briefly furrowed in worry. Is there something else you wanna ask, Fumi? I don't mind answering any questions, y'know? If you don't, that's okay, but I don't want you feeling like you have to keep it from me. He gently moves, pressing a gently kiss to Fumiya's jaw before returning to his previous spot.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya nods, listening to Haruki's explanation with a softened expression. It filled him with relief, but also made him feel quite.. small. It was embarrassing for him to even think about asking for reassurance, let alone actually asking for it.

..But he probably should. He stammered a bit, folding a little at the kiss on his jaw. Just. Um. I dunno. I guess I just.. sometimes it's hard to totally believe things. Not because I don't trust you, I just.. dunno.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I understand that. I know it might not be exactly how you feel or think, but I sometimes do wonder how I managed to get a relationship with you. Why you put up with me and my condition. Stuff like that. Haruki mumbles, grabbing one of Fumiya's hands and messing with his fingers.

But then I remember everything you've told me. Everything you've done for me. And I realize that even if I'm still not sure how this happened, I'll never regret it. I'm happy, Fumi, with you. And while I know a lot of this, the vulnerability and whatnot, might still be a bit scary, I hope you feel happy with this, too. Happy with us.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

It's not "putting up" with you. Fumiya shook his head with a small huff. He understood somewhat, but he hated the fact Haruki believed he was such a burden. Still, as he listened, he found himself letting out a sigh of relief.

..I do. I get confused sometimes too. But I know that I'm happy. Thank you for being with me. Even if I'm hard to understand. Fumiya says, gently squeezing Haruki's hand.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki remains quiet, letting Fumiya's words sink in. He didn't react initially, but he did feel tears trying to form in his eyes. He quickly blinks them away, squeezing Fumiya's hand after he squeezed his.

I'm glad to hear that, Fumi. And I don't think you're hard to understand, but that just be because of how long I've known you now. He quietly giggles at that remark, pressing another kiss onto Fumiya's cheek. You're welcome, Fumi. Love you.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki's eyes getting all watery, not entirely sure what to do. He himself would probably get frustrated or embarrassed if someone pointed out he was getting upset, but obviously he wasn't Haruki. He gently wiped his finger under Haruki's eye, even if there were no tears.

Probably. But isn't it.. weird? Whenever Yumu forces me to watch stuff with him, it feels like all the characters know everything about what they like or what they want or.. just.. knowing everything about this kinda thing in general. I feel so.. useless when it comes to love, I guess. But- whatever. Not a big deal. He stammers as he's kissed, clearing his throat.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki seems a bit shocked when Fumiya wipes under his eye, not sure how he noticed he was tearing up. But, he didn't complain, leaning into his touch and gently pulling him closer to his chest. He listens as he talks, brow briefly furrowing.

I don't think it's weird. That, and a lot of those movies are exaggerated. At least in my mind. Not everyone has everything figured out, and it's fine that they don't. And it's alright that you don't know much about love. I don't know much about it either, but we're both learning about it and how to apply it in our own ways. And even if you don't think it's a big deal, I want you to know that whenever you're confused, you'll have me here. And I'll help you where and when I can. Okay, Fumi?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya let himself get pulled closer, sighing as he rested against Haruki's chest. Had he always been this comfortable? It was weird, he didn't want to let go..

...Okay. Thank you, Haruki. It.. makes me feel more at ease. He then yawns, tangling their legs together. Really at ease.

He hadn't realized how tired he had been, and now it was all suddenly hitting him like a brick. He adjusts his arms around Haruki, not even realizing he had slipped his hand slightly under his shirt to feel Haruki's skin against his own.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I know, I'm just. . . Not used to it, I guess. I'm usually what you'd call the 'therapy friend', I think, so people usually come to me with their problems. But it's. . . Nice to get these things off my chest. So, even if I did the same for you, I'm gonna thank you anyway. Haruki playfully kisses the tip of Fumiya's nose before turning his attention to Miso.

I get that. And I'll try my best, don't worry. I want to make sure she's comfy with me. He mumbles, as if speaking to loud will spook the beardie. He gently takes her from Fumiya, making sure her body and tail are supported, even if he had a slight shake from nerves. A-am I doing it right? I'm not hurting her, am I?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I should've expected that. But we're dating, so I think that changes the game a little bit, no? I want you to be able to.. talk to me about whatever, really. Get something off your chest without feeling like a burden. Which is soo hard for you, I know.

Fumiya's face scrunches up slightly at the kiss, letting out a tiny chuckle before focusing back to his bearded dragon. Miso was a bit curious, staring at Haruki's arm and tilting her head a bit, but was overall quite relaxed on his hand. Fumiya couldn't help but coo.

Aw.. I-I mean, ah, yeah. She's fine. You're doing good.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Oi. Haruki counters playfully, lightly shaking his head at the last comment in that sentence. However, there is still a smile on his face. . . . Thanks, Fumi. I want you to know that it's the same for me, whenever you need to talk about anything.

Haruki smiles wider when he's told he's holding Miso right, his hands stilling quickly afterwards. He watches her closely, cheeks faintly going pink at Fumiya's cooing.

I'm glad to hear that. Especially with how nervous I was the first time. She definitely seems quite relaxed with me now, which I assume is a good thing.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I know I'm right. Fumiya replies, chuckling at Haruki's playful nature. He was such a dork, but it was cute. And you're welcome.

Fumiya also watches Miso closely, making sure she wasn't getting stressed out or anything. She crawls up his arm before adjusting herself on his chest. Yeah, definitely a good thing. She's pretty cuddly, so I'm not shocked that she likes you. You can pet her a bit if you'd like.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles as Miso cuddles up to him, gently petting her with an index finger. Well, I'm glad it's a good thing. Even if she likes cuddling, I still get a bit nervous that I'm overstepping things. So, it's nice to hear she likes me.

In between continuing to pet the beardie, he leans a bit closer to Fumiya, snuggling up to him a bit. He doesn't even seen to notice that he is, just smiling and happily petting Miso while enjoying some time with his favorite person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

If you were, you'd know. She gets black under her chin when she's stressed out. Plus, I'm here to guide you if needed.

Fumiya adjusts himself slightly as Haruki snuggles closer, blushing a bit but allowing him to be close. He kept his head on his shoulder, suddenly smelling something different. Fumiya presses his nose against the crook of Haruki's neck.

Do you wear perfume? What is that?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Got it. I'm not seeing that, so I think we're good. And yes, I have your help, too. I'm quite lucky I have it, too. Haruki smiles, a mix of joy and a light playfulness on his face.

His cheeks go red when Fumiya presses his nose to his neck, his heartbeat spiking rather quickly. O-oh! I thought I washed most of that off. . . But yea, it's a perfume. I think it's vanilla scented? I don't know why they put it on me when I was just taking photos, but. . . Yea.

I-if it's too much, I can wash it off the rest of the way! I'm gonna have to wash off my makeup before bed anyways, so it's not that big of a deal.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah, yeah.. Fumiya shakes his head, rubbing his cheek with his free hand to try and stop getting so embarrassed. Whatever that meant. He hummed as Haruki answered, sitting up with a small stretch.

No, it's.. I was just curious. But c'mon, let's wash your face before we forget. Don't want a face of makeup on my pillows..

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Yea, it'd probably be good to get it done now. I don't wanna forget and do just that. Especially after the amount of my own pillow cases I've lost to that. . . Haruki responds playfully, untangling himself from Fumiya and carefully returning Miso to him.

I brought my usual skincare here, so I shouldn't need to borrow any of yours. He adds, grabbing his stuff from his bag. Do you just wanna stay here while I get it done? I will note that it takes me a minute, but I shouldn't be too long. I hope.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya carefully grabs Miso and gets off the bed, putting her back in her tank and sliding the door shut. He then adjusts his shirt.

It depends on you. I don't mind coming with, but you should also have your privacy. So I can stay here, if that's what you want. He shrugs. I don't mind if it takes long either.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Then I'll just do it myself. Don't wanna bore you with the whole routine. Haruki replies playfully, quickly pressing a kiss onto Fumiya's cheek before heading to the bathroom. I won't be too long!

Once he was in the bathroom, he began the process he usually went through every night: getting makeup off his face, cleaning it again, and then doing his usual skincare. An extensive process, but one he had gotten used to due to his career.

As soon as he was done, Haruki was back in Fumiya's room, stuffing his skincare bag back into his main bag before focusing his full attention on his boyfriend with a happy smile. All done. Now, do you have anything in mind for the next activity of the night?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Mmh. Fumiya hums softly at the kiss, trying to appear nonchalant like usual. He decided to slip into his pajamas while waiting for Haruki. It was pretty simple, just a baggy black t-shirt and soft grey pants with little cactuses on it, for whatever reason.

Umm.. we could bake, if you'd want. I'm not a super good chef like Yumu, but I can follow a recipe. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. He fidgets with his phone. Or we could play video games again, or.. I dunno, play fight. Don't wanna accidentally hurt your pretty self, though. Fumiya then smirks, teasing and trying to get any kind of reaction.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

All those sound good- Wait. Haruki pauses, turning dramatically to Fumiya with a hand over his heart. You'd suggest to play fight with ME? The poor, beautiful prince who dare not get a single scratch on his face? He's obviously teasing as he continues on with the 'poor damsel' act before bursting into laughter.

I-I'm sorry, I couldn't resist! He manages to say in-between laughs, fighting to catch his breath. Which he eventually does. B-but, I don't mind if we bake or play games. After all. . . He leans over, pressing a quick kiss onto Fumiya's lips before backing away again. I'm enjoying all the time I'm spending with you.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya pauses, before bursting out into laughter himself. He couldn't help himself and lifted Haruki up before tackling him onto the bed. Yeah, you. Maybe you need some roughing up every now and then. But you already have some thick skin, so maybe not.

He playfully rolls his eyes at the kiss, grabbing Haruki's face and gently moving it around. Whatever.. dork. What kind of stuff do you like eating anyway? You like chocolate, I know that.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki happily laughs again at being tackled, barely reacting outside of the pure joy coursing through his veins. I mean, I wouldn't mind it. Especially if it means I get to see your handsome smile, Fumi.

He giggles at his face being moved, too, before he leans up and presses another, slightly longer kiss to Fumiya's lips. After that, he lays back on the bed again, thinking to himself. Well, yes, I do like chocolate. I like most sweet things, actually. But I also like matcha and homemade cooking as well. I'm just not much of a spicy person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Ugh. Fumiya's face was a deep pink, moving his face away slightly to hide himself. Though, obviously that didn't quite work, reciprocating the soft kiss he was given. He hadn't realized he had scooted closer to Haruki, butterflies in his stomach.

I'll have to keep that in mind, then. Just.. you know, 'cause.. He shrugged, not entirely sure what he was even saying at this point. We can bake some cookies, or a cake, or.. whatever. That could be fun. But you gotta choose what we make, if we do make something.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Some simple chocolate chip cookies honestly sound really nice right about now. But we can make other kinds too, if that's not your speed. I don't mind. Haruki murmurs, noting Fumiya scooting closer. Gently, he hugs his torso, carefully resting his chin on the other's shoulder.

We don't have to do it immediately, though. I wouldn't mind just sitting here and cuddling for a bit. Talking about whatever. Like I said, I just want to spend time with you. Especially since it feels like it's been forever since we've last done this.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Nah, I like chocolate chip cookies. Simple. He glanced down at where they were touching, stiffening slightly like he was unsure. Though he just let himself be hugged, relaxing.

Are you sure? I don't want you to be, like, bored.. not that I care, though.. He definitely did care, that was obvious. He gently brushed some of Haruki's hair away. But, yeah, I'll follow whatever you want. Does it really feel like it's been forever?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Fair enough. Then we'll do that when we get to it. But not now. I'm comfy here. Haruki mutters simply, as if stating an obvious fact. He smiles as Fumiya relaxes, gently squeezing where he was hugging him and continuing to cling to him, much like a koala would a tree branch.

And yes, I'm sure. I don't get bored when I'm with you, and I enjoy being close to my favorite person. Just. . . Lemme be clingy for a bit, yea? He hums in content when his hair is moved, leaning into the touch. But feel free to tell me when you wanna move. And it might've just felt long to me cuz of work. Don't really wanna think on it. Could you play with my hair more, please?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Oh- oh, okay. Yeah. Whatever. Fumiya awkwardly pat Haruki on the back, feeling like a snail about to retract into its shell. Not because he was feeling bad or anything, he was just incredibly dumb when it came to love and affection.

..Probably, yeah. I get that though. It can be a lot, especially with what you do. But I won't talk about that. He runs his fingers through Haruki's hair once more, feeling the strands. You say I'm your favorite person a lot.

He says it like it's a simple observation, but to him, it was much deeper than that. Are you sure, Haruki? Do you mean it? There were so many things he wanted to ask, but he kept his mouth shut instead.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles a bit wider as his hair is played with, happily humming at the feeling. Thanks, Fumi. Like I've said before, I just wanna focus on being here with you right now.

He pauses at Fumiya's next statement, but nods a little, trying not to disturb the hand in his hair. I do, yes. And that's because you are. Yes, I have a lot of friends and people I work with, but none of them come close to how I feel about you. You make me feel safe, loved, and much less like. . . Well, just a pretty face.

He watches Fumiya's face, brow briefly furrowed in worry. Is there something else you wanna ask, Fumi? I don't mind answering any questions, y'know? If you don't, that's okay, but I don't want you feeling like you have to keep it from me. He gently moves, pressing a gently kiss to Fumiya's jaw before returning to his previous spot.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya nods, listening to Haruki's explanation with a softened expression. It filled him with relief, but also made him feel quite.. small. It was embarrassing for him to even think about asking for reassurance, let alone actually asking for it.

..But he probably should. He stammered a bit, folding a little at the kiss on his jaw. Just. Um. I dunno. I guess I just.. sometimes it's hard to totally believe things. Not because I don't trust you, I just.. dunno.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I understand that. I know it might not be exactly how you feel or think, but I sometimes do wonder how I managed to get a relationship with you. Why you put up with me and my condition. Stuff like that. Haruki mumbles, grabbing one of Fumiya's hands and messing with his fingers.

But then I remember everything you've told me. Everything you've done for me. And I realize that even if I'm still not sure how this happened, I'll never regret it. I'm happy, Fumi, with you. And while I know a lot of this, the vulnerability and whatnot, might still be a bit scary, I hope you feel happy with this, too. Happy with us.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

It's not "putting up" with you. Fumiya shook his head with a small huff. He understood somewhat, but he hated the fact Haruki believed he was such a burden. Still, as he listened, he found himself letting out a sigh of relief.

..I do. I get confused sometimes too. But I know that I'm happy. Thank you for being with me. Even if I'm hard to understand. Fumiya says, gently squeezing Haruki's hand.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki remains quiet, letting Fumiya's words sink in. He didn't react initially, but he did feel tears trying to form in his eyes. He quickly blinks them away, squeezing Fumiya's hand after he squeezed his.

I'm glad to hear that, Fumi. And I don't think you're hard to understand, but that just be because of how long I've known you now. He quietly giggles at that remark, pressing another kiss onto Fumiya's cheek. You're welcome, Fumi. Love you.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki's eyes getting all watery, not entirely sure what to do. He himself would probably get frustrated or embarrassed if someone pointed out he was getting upset, but obviously he wasn't Haruki. He gently wiped his finger under Haruki's eye, even if there were no tears.

Probably. But isn't it.. weird? Whenever Yumu forces me to watch stuff with him, it feels like all the characters know everything about what they like or what they want or.. just.. knowing everything about this kinda thing in general. I feel so.. useless when it comes to love, I guess. But- whatever. Not a big deal. He stammers as he's kissed, clearing his throat.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I know, I'm just. . . Not used to it, I guess. I'm usually what you'd call the 'therapy friend', I think, so people usually come to me with their problems. But it's. . . Nice to get these things off my chest. So, even if I did the same for you, I'm gonna thank you anyway. Haruki playfully kisses the tip of Fumiya's nose before turning his attention to Miso.

I get that. And I'll try my best, don't worry. I want to make sure she's comfy with me. He mumbles, as if speaking to loud will spook the beardie. He gently takes her from Fumiya, making sure her body and tail are supported, even if he had a slight shake from nerves. A-am I doing it right? I'm not hurting her, am I?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I should've expected that. But we're dating, so I think that changes the game a little bit, no? I want you to be able to.. talk to me about whatever, really. Get something off your chest without feeling like a burden. Which is soo hard for you, I know.

Fumiya's face scrunches up slightly at the kiss, letting out a tiny chuckle before focusing back to his bearded dragon. Miso was a bit curious, staring at Haruki's arm and tilting her head a bit, but was overall quite relaxed on his hand. Fumiya couldn't help but coo.

Aw.. I-I mean, ah, yeah. She's fine. You're doing good.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Oi. Haruki counters playfully, lightly shaking his head at the last comment in that sentence. However, there is still a smile on his face. . . . Thanks, Fumi. I want you to know that it's the same for me, whenever you need to talk about anything.

Haruki smiles wider when he's told he's holding Miso right, his hands stilling quickly afterwards. He watches her closely, cheeks faintly going pink at Fumiya's cooing.

I'm glad to hear that. Especially with how nervous I was the first time. She definitely seems quite relaxed with me now, which I assume is a good thing.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I know I'm right. Fumiya replies, chuckling at Haruki's playful nature. He was such a dork, but it was cute. And you're welcome.

Fumiya also watches Miso closely, making sure she wasn't getting stressed out or anything. She crawls up his arm before adjusting herself on his chest. Yeah, definitely a good thing. She's pretty cuddly, so I'm not shocked that she likes you. You can pet her a bit if you'd like.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles as Miso cuddles up to him, gently petting her with an index finger. Well, I'm glad it's a good thing. Even if she likes cuddling, I still get a bit nervous that I'm overstepping things. So, it's nice to hear she likes me.

In between continuing to pet the beardie, he leans a bit closer to Fumiya, snuggling up to him a bit. He doesn't even seen to notice that he is, just smiling and happily petting Miso while enjoying some time with his favorite person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

If you were, you'd know. She gets black under her chin when she's stressed out. Plus, I'm here to guide you if needed.

Fumiya adjusts himself slightly as Haruki snuggles closer, blushing a bit but allowing him to be close. He kept his head on his shoulder, suddenly smelling something different. Fumiya presses his nose against the crook of Haruki's neck.

Do you wear perfume? What is that?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Got it. I'm not seeing that, so I think we're good. And yes, I have your help, too. I'm quite lucky I have it, too. Haruki smiles, a mix of joy and a light playfulness on his face.

His cheeks go red when Fumiya presses his nose to his neck, his heartbeat spiking rather quickly. O-oh! I thought I washed most of that off. . . But yea, it's a perfume. I think it's vanilla scented? I don't know why they put it on me when I was just taking photos, but. . . Yea.

I-if it's too much, I can wash it off the rest of the way! I'm gonna have to wash off my makeup before bed anyways, so it's not that big of a deal.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah, yeah.. Fumiya shakes his head, rubbing his cheek with his free hand to try and stop getting so embarrassed. Whatever that meant. He hummed as Haruki answered, sitting up with a small stretch.

No, it's.. I was just curious. But c'mon, let's wash your face before we forget. Don't want a face of makeup on my pillows..

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Yea, it'd probably be good to get it done now. I don't wanna forget and do just that. Especially after the amount of my own pillow cases I've lost to that. . . Haruki responds playfully, untangling himself from Fumiya and carefully returning Miso to him.

I brought my usual skincare here, so I shouldn't need to borrow any of yours. He adds, grabbing his stuff from his bag. Do you just wanna stay here while I get it done? I will note that it takes me a minute, but I shouldn't be too long. I hope.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya carefully grabs Miso and gets off the bed, putting her back in her tank and sliding the door shut. He then adjusts his shirt.

It depends on you. I don't mind coming with, but you should also have your privacy. So I can stay here, if that's what you want. He shrugs. I don't mind if it takes long either.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Then I'll just do it myself. Don't wanna bore you with the whole routine. Haruki replies playfully, quickly pressing a kiss onto Fumiya's cheek before heading to the bathroom. I won't be too long!

Once he was in the bathroom, he began the process he usually went through every night: getting makeup off his face, cleaning it again, and then doing his usual skincare. An extensive process, but one he had gotten used to due to his career.

As soon as he was done, Haruki was back in Fumiya's room, stuffing his skincare bag back into his main bag before focusing his full attention on his boyfriend with a happy smile. All done. Now, do you have anything in mind for the next activity of the night?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Mmh. Fumiya hums softly at the kiss, trying to appear nonchalant like usual. He decided to slip into his pajamas while waiting for Haruki. It was pretty simple, just a baggy black t-shirt and soft grey pants with little cactuses on it, for whatever reason.

Umm.. we could bake, if you'd want. I'm not a super good chef like Yumu, but I can follow a recipe. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. He fidgets with his phone. Or we could play video games again, or.. I dunno, play fight. Don't wanna accidentally hurt your pretty self, though. Fumiya then smirks, teasing and trying to get any kind of reaction.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

All those sound good- Wait. Haruki pauses, turning dramatically to Fumiya with a hand over his heart. You'd suggest to play fight with ME? The poor, beautiful prince who dare not get a single scratch on his face? He's obviously teasing as he continues on with the 'poor damsel' act before bursting into laughter.

I-I'm sorry, I couldn't resist! He manages to say in-between laughs, fighting to catch his breath. Which he eventually does. B-but, I don't mind if we bake or play games. After all. . . He leans over, pressing a quick kiss onto Fumiya's lips before backing away again. I'm enjoying all the time I'm spending with you.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya pauses, before bursting out into laughter himself. He couldn't help himself and lifted Haruki up before tackling him onto the bed. Yeah, you. Maybe you need some roughing up every now and then. But you already have some thick skin, so maybe not.

He playfully rolls his eyes at the kiss, grabbing Haruki's face and gently moving it around. Whatever.. dork. What kind of stuff do you like eating anyway? You like chocolate, I know that.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki happily laughs again at being tackled, barely reacting outside of the pure joy coursing through his veins. I mean, I wouldn't mind it. Especially if it means I get to see your handsome smile, Fumi.

He giggles at his face being moved, too, before he leans up and presses another, slightly longer kiss to Fumiya's lips. After that, he lays back on the bed again, thinking to himself. Well, yes, I do like chocolate. I like most sweet things, actually. But I also like matcha and homemade cooking as well. I'm just not much of a spicy person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Ugh. Fumiya's face was a deep pink, moving his face away slightly to hide himself. Though, obviously that didn't quite work, reciprocating the soft kiss he was given. He hadn't realized he had scooted closer to Haruki, butterflies in his stomach.

I'll have to keep that in mind, then. Just.. you know, 'cause.. He shrugged, not entirely sure what he was even saying at this point. We can bake some cookies, or a cake, or.. whatever. That could be fun. But you gotta choose what we make, if we do make something.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Some simple chocolate chip cookies honestly sound really nice right about now. But we can make other kinds too, if that's not your speed. I don't mind. Haruki murmurs, noting Fumiya scooting closer. Gently, he hugs his torso, carefully resting his chin on the other's shoulder.

We don't have to do it immediately, though. I wouldn't mind just sitting here and cuddling for a bit. Talking about whatever. Like I said, I just want to spend time with you. Especially since it feels like it's been forever since we've last done this.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Nah, I like chocolate chip cookies. Simple. He glanced down at where they were touching, stiffening slightly like he was unsure. Though he just let himself be hugged, relaxing.

Are you sure? I don't want you to be, like, bored.. not that I care, though.. He definitely did care, that was obvious. He gently brushed some of Haruki's hair away. But, yeah, I'll follow whatever you want. Does it really feel like it's been forever?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Fair enough. Then we'll do that when we get to it. But not now. I'm comfy here. Haruki mutters simply, as if stating an obvious fact. He smiles as Fumiya relaxes, gently squeezing where he was hugging him and continuing to cling to him, much like a koala would a tree branch.

And yes, I'm sure. I don't get bored when I'm with you, and I enjoy being close to my favorite person. Just. . . Lemme be clingy for a bit, yea? He hums in content when his hair is moved, leaning into the touch. But feel free to tell me when you wanna move. And it might've just felt long to me cuz of work. Don't really wanna think on it. Could you play with my hair more, please?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Oh- oh, okay. Yeah. Whatever. Fumiya awkwardly pat Haruki on the back, feeling like a snail about to retract into its shell. Not because he was feeling bad or anything, he was just incredibly dumb when it came to love and affection.

..Probably, yeah. I get that though. It can be a lot, especially with what you do. But I won't talk about that. He runs his fingers through Haruki's hair once more, feeling the strands. You say I'm your favorite person a lot.

He says it like it's a simple observation, but to him, it was much deeper than that. Are you sure, Haruki? Do you mean it? There were so many things he wanted to ask, but he kept his mouth shut instead.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles a bit wider as his hair is played with, happily humming at the feeling. Thanks, Fumi. Like I've said before, I just wanna focus on being here with you right now.

He pauses at Fumiya's next statement, but nods a little, trying not to disturb the hand in his hair. I do, yes. And that's because you are. Yes, I have a lot of friends and people I work with, but none of them come close to how I feel about you. You make me feel safe, loved, and much less like. . . Well, just a pretty face.

He watches Fumiya's face, brow briefly furrowed in worry. Is there something else you wanna ask, Fumi? I don't mind answering any questions, y'know? If you don't, that's okay, but I don't want you feeling like you have to keep it from me. He gently moves, pressing a gently kiss to Fumiya's jaw before returning to his previous spot.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya nods, listening to Haruki's explanation with a softened expression. It filled him with relief, but also made him feel quite.. small. It was embarrassing for him to even think about asking for reassurance, let alone actually asking for it.

..But he probably should. He stammered a bit, folding a little at the kiss on his jaw. Just. Um. I dunno. I guess I just.. sometimes it's hard to totally believe things. Not because I don't trust you, I just.. dunno.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I understand that. I know it might not be exactly how you feel or think, but I sometimes do wonder how I managed to get a relationship with you. Why you put up with me and my condition. Stuff like that. Haruki mumbles, grabbing one of Fumiya's hands and messing with his fingers.

But then I remember everything you've told me. Everything you've done for me. And I realize that even if I'm still not sure how this happened, I'll never regret it. I'm happy, Fumi, with you. And while I know a lot of this, the vulnerability and whatnot, might still be a bit scary, I hope you feel happy with this, too. Happy with us.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

It's not "putting up" with you. Fumiya shook his head with a small huff. He understood somewhat, but he hated the fact Haruki believed he was such a burden. Still, as he listened, he found himself letting out a sigh of relief.

..I do. I get confused sometimes too. But I know that I'm happy. Thank you for being with me. Even if I'm hard to understand. Fumiya says, gently squeezing Haruki's hand.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I know, I'm just. . . Not used to it, I guess. I'm usually what you'd call the 'therapy friend', I think, so people usually come to me with their problems. But it's. . . Nice to get these things off my chest. So, even if I did the same for you, I'm gonna thank you anyway. Haruki playfully kisses the tip of Fumiya's nose before turning his attention to Miso.

I get that. And I'll try my best, don't worry. I want to make sure she's comfy with me. He mumbles, as if speaking to loud will spook the beardie. He gently takes her from Fumiya, making sure her body and tail are supported, even if he had a slight shake from nerves. A-am I doing it right? I'm not hurting her, am I?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I should've expected that. But we're dating, so I think that changes the game a little bit, no? I want you to be able to.. talk to me about whatever, really. Get something off your chest without feeling like a burden. Which is soo hard for you, I know.

Fumiya's face scrunches up slightly at the kiss, letting out a tiny chuckle before focusing back to his bearded dragon. Miso was a bit curious, staring at Haruki's arm and tilting her head a bit, but was overall quite relaxed on his hand. Fumiya couldn't help but coo.

Aw.. I-I mean, ah, yeah. She's fine. You're doing good.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Oi. Haruki counters playfully, lightly shaking his head at the last comment in that sentence. However, there is still a smile on his face. . . . Thanks, Fumi. I want you to know that it's the same for me, whenever you need to talk about anything.

Haruki smiles wider when he's told he's holding Miso right, his hands stilling quickly afterwards. He watches her closely, cheeks faintly going pink at Fumiya's cooing.

I'm glad to hear that. Especially with how nervous I was the first time. She definitely seems quite relaxed with me now, which I assume is a good thing.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I know I'm right. Fumiya replies, chuckling at Haruki's playful nature. He was such a dork, but it was cute. And you're welcome.

Fumiya also watches Miso closely, making sure she wasn't getting stressed out or anything. She crawls up his arm before adjusting herself on his chest. Yeah, definitely a good thing. She's pretty cuddly, so I'm not shocked that she likes you. You can pet her a bit if you'd like.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles as Miso cuddles up to him, gently petting her with an index finger. Well, I'm glad it's a good thing. Even if she likes cuddling, I still get a bit nervous that I'm overstepping things. So, it's nice to hear she likes me.

In between continuing to pet the beardie, he leans a bit closer to Fumiya, snuggling up to him a bit. He doesn't even seen to notice that he is, just smiling and happily petting Miso while enjoying some time with his favorite person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

If you were, you'd know. She gets black under her chin when she's stressed out. Plus, I'm here to guide you if needed.

Fumiya adjusts himself slightly as Haruki snuggles closer, blushing a bit but allowing him to be close. He kept his head on his shoulder, suddenly smelling something different. Fumiya presses his nose against the crook of Haruki's neck.

Do you wear perfume? What is that?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Got it. I'm not seeing that, so I think we're good. And yes, I have your help, too. I'm quite lucky I have it, too. Haruki smiles, a mix of joy and a light playfulness on his face.

His cheeks go red when Fumiya presses his nose to his neck, his heartbeat spiking rather quickly. O-oh! I thought I washed most of that off. . . But yea, it's a perfume. I think it's vanilla scented? I don't know why they put it on me when I was just taking photos, but. . . Yea.

I-if it's too much, I can wash it off the rest of the way! I'm gonna have to wash off my makeup before bed anyways, so it's not that big of a deal.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah, yeah.. Fumiya shakes his head, rubbing his cheek with his free hand to try and stop getting so embarrassed. Whatever that meant. He hummed as Haruki answered, sitting up with a small stretch.

No, it's.. I was just curious. But c'mon, let's wash your face before we forget. Don't want a face of makeup on my pillows..

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Yea, it'd probably be good to get it done now. I don't wanna forget and do just that. Especially after the amount of my own pillow cases I've lost to that. . . Haruki responds playfully, untangling himself from Fumiya and carefully returning Miso to him.

I brought my usual skincare here, so I shouldn't need to borrow any of yours. He adds, grabbing his stuff from his bag. Do you just wanna stay here while I get it done? I will note that it takes me a minute, but I shouldn't be too long. I hope.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya carefully grabs Miso and gets off the bed, putting her back in her tank and sliding the door shut. He then adjusts his shirt.

It depends on you. I don't mind coming with, but you should also have your privacy. So I can stay here, if that's what you want. He shrugs. I don't mind if it takes long either.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Then I'll just do it myself. Don't wanna bore you with the whole routine. Haruki replies playfully, quickly pressing a kiss onto Fumiya's cheek before heading to the bathroom. I won't be too long!

Once he was in the bathroom, he began the process he usually went through every night: getting makeup off his face, cleaning it again, and then doing his usual skincare. An extensive process, but one he had gotten used to due to his career.

As soon as he was done, Haruki was back in Fumiya's room, stuffing his skincare bag back into his main bag before focusing his full attention on his boyfriend with a happy smile. All done. Now, do you have anything in mind for the next activity of the night?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Mmh. Fumiya hums softly at the kiss, trying to appear nonchalant like usual. He decided to slip into his pajamas while waiting for Haruki. It was pretty simple, just a baggy black t-shirt and soft grey pants with little cactuses on it, for whatever reason.

Umm.. we could bake, if you'd want. I'm not a super good chef like Yumu, but I can follow a recipe. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. He fidgets with his phone. Or we could play video games again, or.. I dunno, play fight. Don't wanna accidentally hurt your pretty self, though. Fumiya then smirks, teasing and trying to get any kind of reaction.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

All those sound good- Wait. Haruki pauses, turning dramatically to Fumiya with a hand over his heart. You'd suggest to play fight with ME? The poor, beautiful prince who dare not get a single scratch on his face? He's obviously teasing as he continues on with the 'poor damsel' act before bursting into laughter.

I-I'm sorry, I couldn't resist! He manages to say in-between laughs, fighting to catch his breath. Which he eventually does. B-but, I don't mind if we bake or play games. After all. . . He leans over, pressing a quick kiss onto Fumiya's lips before backing away again. I'm enjoying all the time I'm spending with you.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya pauses, before bursting out into laughter himself. He couldn't help himself and lifted Haruki up before tackling him onto the bed. Yeah, you. Maybe you need some roughing up every now and then. But you already have some thick skin, so maybe not.

He playfully rolls his eyes at the kiss, grabbing Haruki's face and gently moving it around. Whatever.. dork. What kind of stuff do you like eating anyway? You like chocolate, I know that.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki happily laughs again at being tackled, barely reacting outside of the pure joy coursing through his veins. I mean, I wouldn't mind it. Especially if it means I get to see your handsome smile, Fumi.

He giggles at his face being moved, too, before he leans up and presses another, slightly longer kiss to Fumiya's lips. After that, he lays back on the bed again, thinking to himself. Well, yes, I do like chocolate. I like most sweet things, actually. But I also like matcha and homemade cooking as well. I'm just not much of a spicy person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Ugh. Fumiya's face was a deep pink, moving his face away slightly to hide himself. Though, obviously that didn't quite work, reciprocating the soft kiss he was given. He hadn't realized he had scooted closer to Haruki, butterflies in his stomach.

I'll have to keep that in mind, then. Just.. you know, 'cause.. He shrugged, not entirely sure what he was even saying at this point. We can bake some cookies, or a cake, or.. whatever. That could be fun. But you gotta choose what we make, if we do make something.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Some simple chocolate chip cookies honestly sound really nice right about now. But we can make other kinds too, if that's not your speed. I don't mind. Haruki murmurs, noting Fumiya scooting closer. Gently, he hugs his torso, carefully resting his chin on the other's shoulder.

We don't have to do it immediately, though. I wouldn't mind just sitting here and cuddling for a bit. Talking about whatever. Like I said, I just want to spend time with you. Especially since it feels like it's been forever since we've last done this.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Nah, I like chocolate chip cookies. Simple. He glanced down at where they were touching, stiffening slightly like he was unsure. Though he just let himself be hugged, relaxing.

Are you sure? I don't want you to be, like, bored.. not that I care, though.. He definitely did care, that was obvious. He gently brushed some of Haruki's hair away. But, yeah, I'll follow whatever you want. Does it really feel like it's been forever?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Fair enough. Then we'll do that when we get to it. But not now. I'm comfy here. Haruki mutters simply, as if stating an obvious fact. He smiles as Fumiya relaxes, gently squeezing where he was hugging him and continuing to cling to him, much like a koala would a tree branch.

And yes, I'm sure. I don't get bored when I'm with you, and I enjoy being close to my favorite person. Just. . . Lemme be clingy for a bit, yea? He hums in content when his hair is moved, leaning into the touch. But feel free to tell me when you wanna move. And it might've just felt long to me cuz of work. Don't really wanna think on it. Could you play with my hair more, please?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Oh- oh, okay. Yeah. Whatever. Fumiya awkwardly pat Haruki on the back, feeling like a snail about to retract into its shell. Not because he was feeling bad or anything, he was just incredibly dumb when it came to love and affection.

..Probably, yeah. I get that though. It can be a lot, especially with what you do. But I won't talk about that. He runs his fingers through Haruki's hair once more, feeling the strands. You say I'm your favorite person a lot.

He says it like it's a simple observation, but to him, it was much deeper than that. Are you sure, Haruki? Do you mean it? There were so many things he wanted to ask, but he kept his mouth shut instead.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles a bit wider as his hair is played with, happily humming at the feeling. Thanks, Fumi. Like I've said before, I just wanna focus on being here with you right now.

He pauses at Fumiya's next statement, but nods a little, trying not to disturb the hand in his hair. I do, yes. And that's because you are. Yes, I have a lot of friends and people I work with, but none of them come close to how I feel about you. You make me feel safe, loved, and much less like. . . Well, just a pretty face.

He watches Fumiya's face, brow briefly furrowed in worry. Is there something else you wanna ask, Fumi? I don't mind answering any questions, y'know? If you don't, that's okay, but I don't want you feeling like you have to keep it from me. He gently moves, pressing a gently kiss to Fumiya's jaw before returning to his previous spot.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya nods, listening to Haruki's explanation with a softened expression. It filled him with relief, but also made him feel quite.. small. It was embarrassing for him to even think about asking for reassurance, let alone actually asking for it.

..But he probably should. He stammered a bit, folding a little at the kiss on his jaw. Just. Um. I dunno. I guess I just.. sometimes it's hard to totally believe things. Not because I don't trust you, I just.. dunno.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I know, I'm just. . . Not used to it, I guess. I'm usually what you'd call the 'therapy friend', I think, so people usually come to me with their problems. But it's. . . Nice to get these things off my chest. So, even if I did the same for you, I'm gonna thank you anyway. Haruki playfully kisses the tip of Fumiya's nose before turning his attention to Miso.

I get that. And I'll try my best, don't worry. I want to make sure she's comfy with me. He mumbles, as if speaking to loud will spook the beardie. He gently takes her from Fumiya, making sure her body and tail are supported, even if he had a slight shake from nerves. A-am I doing it right? I'm not hurting her, am I?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I should've expected that. But we're dating, so I think that changes the game a little bit, no? I want you to be able to.. talk to me about whatever, really. Get something off your chest without feeling like a burden. Which is soo hard for you, I know.

Fumiya's face scrunches up slightly at the kiss, letting out a tiny chuckle before focusing back to his bearded dragon. Miso was a bit curious, staring at Haruki's arm and tilting her head a bit, but was overall quite relaxed on his hand. Fumiya couldn't help but coo.

Aw.. I-I mean, ah, yeah. She's fine. You're doing good.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Oi. Haruki counters playfully, lightly shaking his head at the last comment in that sentence. However, there is still a smile on his face. . . . Thanks, Fumi. I want you to know that it's the same for me, whenever you need to talk about anything.

Haruki smiles wider when he's told he's holding Miso right, his hands stilling quickly afterwards. He watches her closely, cheeks faintly going pink at Fumiya's cooing.

I'm glad to hear that. Especially with how nervous I was the first time. She definitely seems quite relaxed with me now, which I assume is a good thing.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I know I'm right. Fumiya replies, chuckling at Haruki's playful nature. He was such a dork, but it was cute. And you're welcome.

Fumiya also watches Miso closely, making sure she wasn't getting stressed out or anything. She crawls up his arm before adjusting herself on his chest. Yeah, definitely a good thing. She's pretty cuddly, so I'm not shocked that she likes you. You can pet her a bit if you'd like.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles as Miso cuddles up to him, gently petting her with an index finger. Well, I'm glad it's a good thing. Even if she likes cuddling, I still get a bit nervous that I'm overstepping things. So, it's nice to hear she likes me.

In between continuing to pet the beardie, he leans a bit closer to Fumiya, snuggling up to him a bit. He doesn't even seen to notice that he is, just smiling and happily petting Miso while enjoying some time with his favorite person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

If you were, you'd know. She gets black under her chin when she's stressed out. Plus, I'm here to guide you if needed.

Fumiya adjusts himself slightly as Haruki snuggles closer, blushing a bit but allowing him to be close. He kept his head on his shoulder, suddenly smelling something different. Fumiya presses his nose against the crook of Haruki's neck.

Do you wear perfume? What is that?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Got it. I'm not seeing that, so I think we're good. And yes, I have your help, too. I'm quite lucky I have it, too. Haruki smiles, a mix of joy and a light playfulness on his face.

His cheeks go red when Fumiya presses his nose to his neck, his heartbeat spiking rather quickly. O-oh! I thought I washed most of that off. . . But yea, it's a perfume. I think it's vanilla scented? I don't know why they put it on me when I was just taking photos, but. . . Yea.

I-if it's too much, I can wash it off the rest of the way! I'm gonna have to wash off my makeup before bed anyways, so it's not that big of a deal.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah, yeah.. Fumiya shakes his head, rubbing his cheek with his free hand to try and stop getting so embarrassed. Whatever that meant. He hummed as Haruki answered, sitting up with a small stretch.

No, it's.. I was just curious. But c'mon, let's wash your face before we forget. Don't want a face of makeup on my pillows..

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Yea, it'd probably be good to get it done now. I don't wanna forget and do just that. Especially after the amount of my own pillow cases I've lost to that. . . Haruki responds playfully, untangling himself from Fumiya and carefully returning Miso to him.

I brought my usual skincare here, so I shouldn't need to borrow any of yours. He adds, grabbing his stuff from his bag. Do you just wanna stay here while I get it done? I will note that it takes me a minute, but I shouldn't be too long. I hope.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya carefully grabs Miso and gets off the bed, putting her back in her tank and sliding the door shut. He then adjusts his shirt.

It depends on you. I don't mind coming with, but you should also have your privacy. So I can stay here, if that's what you want. He shrugs. I don't mind if it takes long either.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Then I'll just do it myself. Don't wanna bore you with the whole routine. Haruki replies playfully, quickly pressing a kiss onto Fumiya's cheek before heading to the bathroom. I won't be too long!

Once he was in the bathroom, he began the process he usually went through every night: getting makeup off his face, cleaning it again, and then doing his usual skincare. An extensive process, but one he had gotten used to due to his career.

As soon as he was done, Haruki was back in Fumiya's room, stuffing his skincare bag back into his main bag before focusing his full attention on his boyfriend with a happy smile. All done. Now, do you have anything in mind for the next activity of the night?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Mmh. Fumiya hums softly at the kiss, trying to appear nonchalant like usual. He decided to slip into his pajamas while waiting for Haruki. It was pretty simple, just a baggy black t-shirt and soft grey pants with little cactuses on it, for whatever reason.

Umm.. we could bake, if you'd want. I'm not a super good chef like Yumu, but I can follow a recipe. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. He fidgets with his phone. Or we could play video games again, or.. I dunno, play fight. Don't wanna accidentally hurt your pretty self, though. Fumiya then smirks, teasing and trying to get any kind of reaction.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

All those sound good- Wait. Haruki pauses, turning dramatically to Fumiya with a hand over his heart. You'd suggest to play fight with ME? The poor, beautiful prince who dare not get a single scratch on his face? He's obviously teasing as he continues on with the 'poor damsel' act before bursting into laughter.

I-I'm sorry, I couldn't resist! He manages to say in-between laughs, fighting to catch his breath. Which he eventually does. B-but, I don't mind if we bake or play games. After all. . . He leans over, pressing a quick kiss onto Fumiya's lips before backing away again. I'm enjoying all the time I'm spending with you.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya pauses, before bursting out into laughter himself. He couldn't help himself and lifted Haruki up before tackling him onto the bed. Yeah, you. Maybe you need some roughing up every now and then. But you already have some thick skin, so maybe not.

He playfully rolls his eyes at the kiss, grabbing Haruki's face and gently moving it around. Whatever.. dork. What kind of stuff do you like eating anyway? You like chocolate, I know that.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki happily laughs again at being tackled, barely reacting outside of the pure joy coursing through his veins. I mean, I wouldn't mind it. Especially if it means I get to see your handsome smile, Fumi.

He giggles at his face being moved, too, before he leans up and presses another, slightly longer kiss to Fumiya's lips. After that, he lays back on the bed again, thinking to himself. Well, yes, I do like chocolate. I like most sweet things, actually. But I also like matcha and homemade cooking as well. I'm just not much of a spicy person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Ugh. Fumiya's face was a deep pink, moving his face away slightly to hide himself. Though, obviously that didn't quite work, reciprocating the soft kiss he was given. He hadn't realized he had scooted closer to Haruki, butterflies in his stomach.

I'll have to keep that in mind, then. Just.. you know, 'cause.. He shrugged, not entirely sure what he was even saying at this point. We can bake some cookies, or a cake, or.. whatever. That could be fun. But you gotta choose what we make, if we do make something.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Some simple chocolate chip cookies honestly sound really nice right about now. But we can make other kinds too, if that's not your speed. I don't mind. Haruki murmurs, noting Fumiya scooting closer. Gently, he hugs his torso, carefully resting his chin on the other's shoulder.

We don't have to do it immediately, though. I wouldn't mind just sitting here and cuddling for a bit. Talking about whatever. Like I said, I just want to spend time with you. Especially since it feels like it's been forever since we've last done this.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Nah, I like chocolate chip cookies. Simple. He glanced down at where they were touching, stiffening slightly like he was unsure. Though he just let himself be hugged, relaxing.

Are you sure? I don't want you to be, like, bored.. not that I care, though.. He definitely did care, that was obvious. He gently brushed some of Haruki's hair away. But, yeah, I'll follow whatever you want. Does it really feel like it's been forever?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Fair enough. Then we'll do that when we get to it. But not now. I'm comfy here. Haruki mutters simply, as if stating an obvious fact. He smiles as Fumiya relaxes, gently squeezing where he was hugging him and continuing to cling to him, much like a koala would a tree branch.

And yes, I'm sure. I don't get bored when I'm with you, and I enjoy being close to my favorite person. Just. . . Lemme be clingy for a bit, yea? He hums in content when his hair is moved, leaning into the touch. But feel free to tell me when you wanna move. And it might've just felt long to me cuz of work. Don't really wanna think on it. Could you play with my hair more, please?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Oh- oh, okay. Yeah. Whatever. Fumiya awkwardly pat Haruki on the back, feeling like a snail about to retract into its shell. Not because he was feeling bad or anything, he was just incredibly dumb when it came to love and affection.

..Probably, yeah. I get that though. It can be a lot, especially with what you do. But I won't talk about that. He runs his fingers through Haruki's hair once more, feeling the strands. You say I'm your favorite person a lot.

He says it like it's a simple observation, but to him, it was much deeper than that. Are you sure, Haruki? Do you mean it? There were so many things he wanted to ask, but he kept his mouth shut instead.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I know, I'm just. . . Not used to it, I guess. I'm usually what you'd call the 'therapy friend', I think, so people usually come to me with their problems. But it's. . . Nice to get these things off my chest. So, even if I did the same for you, I'm gonna thank you anyway. Haruki playfully kisses the tip of Fumiya's nose before turning his attention to Miso.

I get that. And I'll try my best, don't worry. I want to make sure she's comfy with me. He mumbles, as if speaking to loud will spook the beardie. He gently takes her from Fumiya, making sure her body and tail are supported, even if he had a slight shake from nerves. A-am I doing it right? I'm not hurting her, am I?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I should've expected that. But we're dating, so I think that changes the game a little bit, no? I want you to be able to.. talk to me about whatever, really. Get something off your chest without feeling like a burden. Which is soo hard for you, I know.

Fumiya's face scrunches up slightly at the kiss, letting out a tiny chuckle before focusing back to his bearded dragon. Miso was a bit curious, staring at Haruki's arm and tilting her head a bit, but was overall quite relaxed on his hand. Fumiya couldn't help but coo.

Aw.. I-I mean, ah, yeah. She's fine. You're doing good.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Oi. Haruki counters playfully, lightly shaking his head at the last comment in that sentence. However, there is still a smile on his face. . . . Thanks, Fumi. I want you to know that it's the same for me, whenever you need to talk about anything.

Haruki smiles wider when he's told he's holding Miso right, his hands stilling quickly afterwards. He watches her closely, cheeks faintly going pink at Fumiya's cooing.

I'm glad to hear that. Especially with how nervous I was the first time. She definitely seems quite relaxed with me now, which I assume is a good thing.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I know I'm right. Fumiya replies, chuckling at Haruki's playful nature. He was such a dork, but it was cute. And you're welcome.

Fumiya also watches Miso closely, making sure she wasn't getting stressed out or anything. She crawls up his arm before adjusting herself on his chest. Yeah, definitely a good thing. She's pretty cuddly, so I'm not shocked that she likes you. You can pet her a bit if you'd like.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles as Miso cuddles up to him, gently petting her with an index finger. Well, I'm glad it's a good thing. Even if she likes cuddling, I still get a bit nervous that I'm overstepping things. So, it's nice to hear she likes me.

In between continuing to pet the beardie, he leans a bit closer to Fumiya, snuggling up to him a bit. He doesn't even seen to notice that he is, just smiling and happily petting Miso while enjoying some time with his favorite person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

If you were, you'd know. She gets black under her chin when she's stressed out. Plus, I'm here to guide you if needed.

Fumiya adjusts himself slightly as Haruki snuggles closer, blushing a bit but allowing him to be close. He kept his head on his shoulder, suddenly smelling something different. Fumiya presses his nose against the crook of Haruki's neck.

Do you wear perfume? What is that?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Got it. I'm not seeing that, so I think we're good. And yes, I have your help, too. I'm quite lucky I have it, too. Haruki smiles, a mix of joy and a light playfulness on his face.

His cheeks go red when Fumiya presses his nose to his neck, his heartbeat spiking rather quickly. O-oh! I thought I washed most of that off. . . But yea, it's a perfume. I think it's vanilla scented? I don't know why they put it on me when I was just taking photos, but. . . Yea.

I-if it's too much, I can wash it off the rest of the way! I'm gonna have to wash off my makeup before bed anyways, so it's not that big of a deal.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah, yeah.. Fumiya shakes his head, rubbing his cheek with his free hand to try and stop getting so embarrassed. Whatever that meant. He hummed as Haruki answered, sitting up with a small stretch.

No, it's.. I was just curious. But c'mon, let's wash your face before we forget. Don't want a face of makeup on my pillows..

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Yea, it'd probably be good to get it done now. I don't wanna forget and do just that. Especially after the amount of my own pillow cases I've lost to that. . . Haruki responds playfully, untangling himself from Fumiya and carefully returning Miso to him.

I brought my usual skincare here, so I shouldn't need to borrow any of yours. He adds, grabbing his stuff from his bag. Do you just wanna stay here while I get it done? I will note that it takes me a minute, but I shouldn't be too long. I hope.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya carefully grabs Miso and gets off the bed, putting her back in her tank and sliding the door shut. He then adjusts his shirt.

It depends on you. I don't mind coming with, but you should also have your privacy. So I can stay here, if that's what you want. He shrugs. I don't mind if it takes long either.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Then I'll just do it myself. Don't wanna bore you with the whole routine. Haruki replies playfully, quickly pressing a kiss onto Fumiya's cheek before heading to the bathroom. I won't be too long!

Once he was in the bathroom, he began the process he usually went through every night: getting makeup off his face, cleaning it again, and then doing his usual skincare. An extensive process, but one he had gotten used to due to his career.

As soon as he was done, Haruki was back in Fumiya's room, stuffing his skincare bag back into his main bag before focusing his full attention on his boyfriend with a happy smile. All done. Now, do you have anything in mind for the next activity of the night?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Mmh. Fumiya hums softly at the kiss, trying to appear nonchalant like usual. He decided to slip into his pajamas while waiting for Haruki. It was pretty simple, just a baggy black t-shirt and soft grey pants with little cactuses on it, for whatever reason.

Umm.. we could bake, if you'd want. I'm not a super good chef like Yumu, but I can follow a recipe. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. He fidgets with his phone. Or we could play video games again, or.. I dunno, play fight. Don't wanna accidentally hurt your pretty self, though. Fumiya then smirks, teasing and trying to get any kind of reaction.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

All those sound good- Wait. Haruki pauses, turning dramatically to Fumiya with a hand over his heart. You'd suggest to play fight with ME? The poor, beautiful prince who dare not get a single scratch on his face? He's obviously teasing as he continues on with the 'poor damsel' act before bursting into laughter.

I-I'm sorry, I couldn't resist! He manages to say in-between laughs, fighting to catch his breath. Which he eventually does. B-but, I don't mind if we bake or play games. After all. . . He leans over, pressing a quick kiss onto Fumiya's lips before backing away again. I'm enjoying all the time I'm spending with you.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya pauses, before bursting out into laughter himself. He couldn't help himself and lifted Haruki up before tackling him onto the bed. Yeah, you. Maybe you need some roughing up every now and then. But you already have some thick skin, so maybe not.

He playfully rolls his eyes at the kiss, grabbing Haruki's face and gently moving it around. Whatever.. dork. What kind of stuff do you like eating anyway? You like chocolate, I know that.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki happily laughs again at being tackled, barely reacting outside of the pure joy coursing through his veins. I mean, I wouldn't mind it. Especially if it means I get to see your handsome smile, Fumi.

He giggles at his face being moved, too, before he leans up and presses another, slightly longer kiss to Fumiya's lips. After that, he lays back on the bed again, thinking to himself. Well, yes, I do like chocolate. I like most sweet things, actually. But I also like matcha and homemade cooking as well. I'm just not much of a spicy person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Ugh. Fumiya's face was a deep pink, moving his face away slightly to hide himself. Though, obviously that didn't quite work, reciprocating the soft kiss he was given. He hadn't realized he had scooted closer to Haruki, butterflies in his stomach.

I'll have to keep that in mind, then. Just.. you know, 'cause.. He shrugged, not entirely sure what he was even saying at this point. We can bake some cookies, or a cake, or.. whatever. That could be fun. But you gotta choose what we make, if we do make something.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Some simple chocolate chip cookies honestly sound really nice right about now. But we can make other kinds too, if that's not your speed. I don't mind. Haruki murmurs, noting Fumiya scooting closer. Gently, he hugs his torso, carefully resting his chin on the other's shoulder.

We don't have to do it immediately, though. I wouldn't mind just sitting here and cuddling for a bit. Talking about whatever. Like I said, I just want to spend time with you. Especially since it feels like it's been forever since we've last done this.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Nah, I like chocolate chip cookies. Simple. He glanced down at where they were touching, stiffening slightly like he was unsure. Though he just let himself be hugged, relaxing.

Are you sure? I don't want you to be, like, bored.. not that I care, though.. He definitely did care, that was obvious. He gently brushed some of Haruki's hair away. But, yeah, I'll follow whatever you want. Does it really feel like it's been forever?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I know, I'm just. . . Not used to it, I guess. I'm usually what you'd call the 'therapy friend', I think, so people usually come to me with their problems. But it's. . . Nice to get these things off my chest. So, even if I did the same for you, I'm gonna thank you anyway. Haruki playfully kisses the tip of Fumiya's nose before turning his attention to Miso.

I get that. And I'll try my best, don't worry. I want to make sure she's comfy with me. He mumbles, as if speaking to loud will spook the beardie. He gently takes her from Fumiya, making sure her body and tail are supported, even if he had a slight shake from nerves. A-am I doing it right? I'm not hurting her, am I?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I should've expected that. But we're dating, so I think that changes the game a little bit, no? I want you to be able to.. talk to me about whatever, really. Get something off your chest without feeling like a burden. Which is soo hard for you, I know.

Fumiya's face scrunches up slightly at the kiss, letting out a tiny chuckle before focusing back to his bearded dragon. Miso was a bit curious, staring at Haruki's arm and tilting her head a bit, but was overall quite relaxed on his hand. Fumiya couldn't help but coo.

Aw.. I-I mean, ah, yeah. She's fine. You're doing good.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Oi. Haruki counters playfully, lightly shaking his head at the last comment in that sentence. However, there is still a smile on his face. . . . Thanks, Fumi. I want you to know that it's the same for me, whenever you need to talk about anything.

Haruki smiles wider when he's told he's holding Miso right, his hands stilling quickly afterwards. He watches her closely, cheeks faintly going pink at Fumiya's cooing.

I'm glad to hear that. Especially with how nervous I was the first time. She definitely seems quite relaxed with me now, which I assume is a good thing.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I know I'm right. Fumiya replies, chuckling at Haruki's playful nature. He was such a dork, but it was cute. And you're welcome.

Fumiya also watches Miso closely, making sure she wasn't getting stressed out or anything. She crawls up his arm before adjusting herself on his chest. Yeah, definitely a good thing. She's pretty cuddly, so I'm not shocked that she likes you. You can pet her a bit if you'd like.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles as Miso cuddles up to him, gently petting her with an index finger. Well, I'm glad it's a good thing. Even if she likes cuddling, I still get a bit nervous that I'm overstepping things. So, it's nice to hear she likes me.

In between continuing to pet the beardie, he leans a bit closer to Fumiya, snuggling up to him a bit. He doesn't even seen to notice that he is, just smiling and happily petting Miso while enjoying some time with his favorite person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

If you were, you'd know. She gets black under her chin when she's stressed out. Plus, I'm here to guide you if needed.

Fumiya adjusts himself slightly as Haruki snuggles closer, blushing a bit but allowing him to be close. He kept his head on his shoulder, suddenly smelling something different. Fumiya presses his nose against the crook of Haruki's neck.

Do you wear perfume? What is that?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Got it. I'm not seeing that, so I think we're good. And yes, I have your help, too. I'm quite lucky I have it, too. Haruki smiles, a mix of joy and a light playfulness on his face.

His cheeks go red when Fumiya presses his nose to his neck, his heartbeat spiking rather quickly. O-oh! I thought I washed most of that off. . . But yea, it's a perfume. I think it's vanilla scented? I don't know why they put it on me when I was just taking photos, but. . . Yea.

I-if it's too much, I can wash it off the rest of the way! I'm gonna have to wash off my makeup before bed anyways, so it's not that big of a deal.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah, yeah.. Fumiya shakes his head, rubbing his cheek with his free hand to try and stop getting so embarrassed. Whatever that meant. He hummed as Haruki answered, sitting up with a small stretch.

No, it's.. I was just curious. But c'mon, let's wash your face before we forget. Don't want a face of makeup on my pillows..

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Yea, it'd probably be good to get it done now. I don't wanna forget and do just that. Especially after the amount of my own pillow cases I've lost to that. . . Haruki responds playfully, untangling himself from Fumiya and carefully returning Miso to him.

I brought my usual skincare here, so I shouldn't need to borrow any of yours. He adds, grabbing his stuff from his bag. Do you just wanna stay here while I get it done? I will note that it takes me a minute, but I shouldn't be too long. I hope.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya carefully grabs Miso and gets off the bed, putting her back in her tank and sliding the door shut. He then adjusts his shirt.

It depends on you. I don't mind coming with, but you should also have your privacy. So I can stay here, if that's what you want. He shrugs. I don't mind if it takes long either.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Then I'll just do it myself. Don't wanna bore you with the whole routine. Haruki replies playfully, quickly pressing a kiss onto Fumiya's cheek before heading to the bathroom. I won't be too long!

Once he was in the bathroom, he began the process he usually went through every night: getting makeup off his face, cleaning it again, and then doing his usual skincare. An extensive process, but one he had gotten used to due to his career.

As soon as he was done, Haruki was back in Fumiya's room, stuffing his skincare bag back into his main bag before focusing his full attention on his boyfriend with a happy smile. All done. Now, do you have anything in mind for the next activity of the night?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Mmh. Fumiya hums softly at the kiss, trying to appear nonchalant like usual. He decided to slip into his pajamas while waiting for Haruki. It was pretty simple, just a baggy black t-shirt and soft grey pants with little cactuses on it, for whatever reason.

Umm.. we could bake, if you'd want. I'm not a super good chef like Yumu, but I can follow a recipe. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. He fidgets with his phone. Or we could play video games again, or.. I dunno, play fight. Don't wanna accidentally hurt your pretty self, though. Fumiya then smirks, teasing and trying to get any kind of reaction.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

All those sound good- Wait. Haruki pauses, turning dramatically to Fumiya with a hand over his heart. You'd suggest to play fight with ME? The poor, beautiful prince who dare not get a single scratch on his face? He's obviously teasing as he continues on with the 'poor damsel' act before bursting into laughter.

I-I'm sorry, I couldn't resist! He manages to say in-between laughs, fighting to catch his breath. Which he eventually does. B-but, I don't mind if we bake or play games. After all. . . He leans over, pressing a quick kiss onto Fumiya's lips before backing away again. I'm enjoying all the time I'm spending with you.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya pauses, before bursting out into laughter himself. He couldn't help himself and lifted Haruki up before tackling him onto the bed. Yeah, you. Maybe you need some roughing up every now and then. But you already have some thick skin, so maybe not.

He playfully rolls his eyes at the kiss, grabbing Haruki's face and gently moving it around. Whatever.. dork. What kind of stuff do you like eating anyway? You like chocolate, I know that.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki happily laughs again at being tackled, barely reacting outside of the pure joy coursing through his veins. I mean, I wouldn't mind it. Especially if it means I get to see your handsome smile, Fumi.

He giggles at his face being moved, too, before he leans up and presses another, slightly longer kiss to Fumiya's lips. After that, he lays back on the bed again, thinking to himself. Well, yes, I do like chocolate. I like most sweet things, actually. But I also like matcha and homemade cooking as well. I'm just not much of a spicy person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Ugh. Fumiya's face was a deep pink, moving his face away slightly to hide himself. Though, obviously that didn't quite work, reciprocating the soft kiss he was given. He hadn't realized he had scooted closer to Haruki, butterflies in his stomach.

I'll have to keep that in mind, then. Just.. you know, 'cause.. He shrugged, not entirely sure what he was even saying at this point. We can bake some cookies, or a cake, or.. whatever. That could be fun. But you gotta choose what we make, if we do make something.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I know, I'm just. . . Not used to it, I guess. I'm usually what you'd call the 'therapy friend', I think, so people usually come to me with their problems. But it's. . . Nice to get these things off my chest. So, even if I did the same for you, I'm gonna thank you anyway. Haruki playfully kisses the tip of Fumiya's nose before turning his attention to Miso.

I get that. And I'll try my best, don't worry. I want to make sure she's comfy with me. He mumbles, as if speaking to loud will spook the beardie. He gently takes her from Fumiya, making sure her body and tail are supported, even if he had a slight shake from nerves. A-am I doing it right? I'm not hurting her, am I?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I should've expected that. But we're dating, so I think that changes the game a little bit, no? I want you to be able to.. talk to me about whatever, really. Get something off your chest without feeling like a burden. Which is soo hard for you, I know.

Fumiya's face scrunches up slightly at the kiss, letting out a tiny chuckle before focusing back to his bearded dragon. Miso was a bit curious, staring at Haruki's arm and tilting her head a bit, but was overall quite relaxed on his hand. Fumiya couldn't help but coo.

Aw.. I-I mean, ah, yeah. She's fine. You're doing good.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Oi. Haruki counters playfully, lightly shaking his head at the last comment in that sentence. However, there is still a smile on his face. . . . Thanks, Fumi. I want you to know that it's the same for me, whenever you need to talk about anything.

Haruki smiles wider when he's told he's holding Miso right, his hands stilling quickly afterwards. He watches her closely, cheeks faintly going pink at Fumiya's cooing.

I'm glad to hear that. Especially with how nervous I was the first time. She definitely seems quite relaxed with me now, which I assume is a good thing.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I know I'm right. Fumiya replies, chuckling at Haruki's playful nature. He was such a dork, but it was cute. And you're welcome.

Fumiya also watches Miso closely, making sure she wasn't getting stressed out or anything. She crawls up his arm before adjusting herself on his chest. Yeah, definitely a good thing. She's pretty cuddly, so I'm not shocked that she likes you. You can pet her a bit if you'd like.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles as Miso cuddles up to him, gently petting her with an index finger. Well, I'm glad it's a good thing. Even if she likes cuddling, I still get a bit nervous that I'm overstepping things. So, it's nice to hear she likes me.

In between continuing to pet the beardie, he leans a bit closer to Fumiya, snuggling up to him a bit. He doesn't even seen to notice that he is, just smiling and happily petting Miso while enjoying some time with his favorite person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

If you were, you'd know. She gets black under her chin when she's stressed out. Plus, I'm here to guide you if needed.

Fumiya adjusts himself slightly as Haruki snuggles closer, blushing a bit but allowing him to be close. He kept his head on his shoulder, suddenly smelling something different. Fumiya presses his nose against the crook of Haruki's neck.

Do you wear perfume? What is that?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Got it. I'm not seeing that, so I think we're good. And yes, I have your help, too. I'm quite lucky I have it, too. Haruki smiles, a mix of joy and a light playfulness on his face.

His cheeks go red when Fumiya presses his nose to his neck, his heartbeat spiking rather quickly. O-oh! I thought I washed most of that off. . . But yea, it's a perfume. I think it's vanilla scented? I don't know why they put it on me when I was just taking photos, but. . . Yea.

I-if it's too much, I can wash it off the rest of the way! I'm gonna have to wash off my makeup before bed anyways, so it's not that big of a deal.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah, yeah.. Fumiya shakes his head, rubbing his cheek with his free hand to try and stop getting so embarrassed. Whatever that meant. He hummed as Haruki answered, sitting up with a small stretch.

No, it's.. I was just curious. But c'mon, let's wash your face before we forget. Don't want a face of makeup on my pillows..

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Yea, it'd probably be good to get it done now. I don't wanna forget and do just that. Especially after the amount of my own pillow cases I've lost to that. . . Haruki responds playfully, untangling himself from Fumiya and carefully returning Miso to him.

I brought my usual skincare here, so I shouldn't need to borrow any of yours. He adds, grabbing his stuff from his bag. Do you just wanna stay here while I get it done? I will note that it takes me a minute, but I shouldn't be too long. I hope.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya carefully grabs Miso and gets off the bed, putting her back in her tank and sliding the door shut. He then adjusts his shirt.

It depends on you. I don't mind coming with, but you should also have your privacy. So I can stay here, if that's what you want. He shrugs. I don't mind if it takes long either.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Then I'll just do it myself. Don't wanna bore you with the whole routine. Haruki replies playfully, quickly pressing a kiss onto Fumiya's cheek before heading to the bathroom. I won't be too long!

Once he was in the bathroom, he began the process he usually went through every night: getting makeup off his face, cleaning it again, and then doing his usual skincare. An extensive process, but one he had gotten used to due to his career.

As soon as he was done, Haruki was back in Fumiya's room, stuffing his skincare bag back into his main bag before focusing his full attention on his boyfriend with a happy smile. All done. Now, do you have anything in mind for the next activity of the night?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Mmh. Fumiya hums softly at the kiss, trying to appear nonchalant like usual. He decided to slip into his pajamas while waiting for Haruki. It was pretty simple, just a baggy black t-shirt and soft grey pants with little cactuses on it, for whatever reason.

Umm.. we could bake, if you'd want. I'm not a super good chef like Yumu, but I can follow a recipe. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. He fidgets with his phone. Or we could play video games again, or.. I dunno, play fight. Don't wanna accidentally hurt your pretty self, though. Fumiya then smirks, teasing and trying to get any kind of reaction.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

All those sound good- Wait. Haruki pauses, turning dramatically to Fumiya with a hand over his heart. You'd suggest to play fight with ME? The poor, beautiful prince who dare not get a single scratch on his face? He's obviously teasing as he continues on with the 'poor damsel' act before bursting into laughter.

I-I'm sorry, I couldn't resist! He manages to say in-between laughs, fighting to catch his breath. Which he eventually does. B-but, I don't mind if we bake or play games. After all. . . He leans over, pressing a quick kiss onto Fumiya's lips before backing away again. I'm enjoying all the time I'm spending with you.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya pauses, before bursting out into laughter himself. He couldn't help himself and lifted Haruki up before tackling him onto the bed. Yeah, you. Maybe you need some roughing up every now and then. But you already have some thick skin, so maybe not.

He playfully rolls his eyes at the kiss, grabbing Haruki's face and gently moving it around. Whatever.. dork. What kind of stuff do you like eating anyway? You like chocolate, I know that.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I know, I'm just. . . Not used to it, I guess. I'm usually what you'd call the 'therapy friend', I think, so people usually come to me with their problems. But it's. . . Nice to get these things off my chest. So, even if I did the same for you, I'm gonna thank you anyway. Haruki playfully kisses the tip of Fumiya's nose before turning his attention to Miso.

I get that. And I'll try my best, don't worry. I want to make sure she's comfy with me. He mumbles, as if speaking to loud will spook the beardie. He gently takes her from Fumiya, making sure her body and tail are supported, even if he had a slight shake from nerves. A-am I doing it right? I'm not hurting her, am I?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I should've expected that. But we're dating, so I think that changes the game a little bit, no? I want you to be able to.. talk to me about whatever, really. Get something off your chest without feeling like a burden. Which is soo hard for you, I know.

Fumiya's face scrunches up slightly at the kiss, letting out a tiny chuckle before focusing back to his bearded dragon. Miso was a bit curious, staring at Haruki's arm and tilting her head a bit, but was overall quite relaxed on his hand. Fumiya couldn't help but coo.

Aw.. I-I mean, ah, yeah. She's fine. You're doing good.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Oi. Haruki counters playfully, lightly shaking his head at the last comment in that sentence. However, there is still a smile on his face. . . . Thanks, Fumi. I want you to know that it's the same for me, whenever you need to talk about anything.

Haruki smiles wider when he's told he's holding Miso right, his hands stilling quickly afterwards. He watches her closely, cheeks faintly going pink at Fumiya's cooing.

I'm glad to hear that. Especially with how nervous I was the first time. She definitely seems quite relaxed with me now, which I assume is a good thing.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I know I'm right. Fumiya replies, chuckling at Haruki's playful nature. He was such a dork, but it was cute. And you're welcome.

Fumiya also watches Miso closely, making sure she wasn't getting stressed out or anything. She crawls up his arm before adjusting herself on his chest. Yeah, definitely a good thing. She's pretty cuddly, so I'm not shocked that she likes you. You can pet her a bit if you'd like.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles as Miso cuddles up to him, gently petting her with an index finger. Well, I'm glad it's a good thing. Even if she likes cuddling, I still get a bit nervous that I'm overstepping things. So, it's nice to hear she likes me.

In between continuing to pet the beardie, he leans a bit closer to Fumiya, snuggling up to him a bit. He doesn't even seen to notice that he is, just smiling and happily petting Miso while enjoying some time with his favorite person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

If you were, you'd know. She gets black under her chin when she's stressed out. Plus, I'm here to guide you if needed.

Fumiya adjusts himself slightly as Haruki snuggles closer, blushing a bit but allowing him to be close. He kept his head on his shoulder, suddenly smelling something different. Fumiya presses his nose against the crook of Haruki's neck.

Do you wear perfume? What is that?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Got it. I'm not seeing that, so I think we're good. And yes, I have your help, too. I'm quite lucky I have it, too. Haruki smiles, a mix of joy and a light playfulness on his face.

His cheeks go red when Fumiya presses his nose to his neck, his heartbeat spiking rather quickly. O-oh! I thought I washed most of that off. . . But yea, it's a perfume. I think it's vanilla scented? I don't know why they put it on me when I was just taking photos, but. . . Yea.

I-if it's too much, I can wash it off the rest of the way! I'm gonna have to wash off my makeup before bed anyways, so it's not that big of a deal.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah, yeah.. Fumiya shakes his head, rubbing his cheek with his free hand to try and stop getting so embarrassed. Whatever that meant. He hummed as Haruki answered, sitting up with a small stretch.

No, it's.. I was just curious. But c'mon, let's wash your face before we forget. Don't want a face of makeup on my pillows..

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Yea, it'd probably be good to get it done now. I don't wanna forget and do just that. Especially after the amount of my own pillow cases I've lost to that. . . Haruki responds playfully, untangling himself from Fumiya and carefully returning Miso to him.

I brought my usual skincare here, so I shouldn't need to borrow any of yours. He adds, grabbing his stuff from his bag. Do you just wanna stay here while I get it done? I will note that it takes me a minute, but I shouldn't be too long. I hope.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya carefully grabs Miso and gets off the bed, putting her back in her tank and sliding the door shut. He then adjusts his shirt.

It depends on you. I don't mind coming with, but you should also have your privacy. So I can stay here, if that's what you want. He shrugs. I don't mind if it takes long either.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Then I'll just do it myself. Don't wanna bore you with the whole routine. Haruki replies playfully, quickly pressing a kiss onto Fumiya's cheek before heading to the bathroom. I won't be too long!

Once he was in the bathroom, he began the process he usually went through every night: getting makeup off his face, cleaning it again, and then doing his usual skincare. An extensive process, but one he had gotten used to due to his career.

As soon as he was done, Haruki was back in Fumiya's room, stuffing his skincare bag back into his main bag before focusing his full attention on his boyfriend with a happy smile. All done. Now, do you have anything in mind for the next activity of the night?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Mmh. Fumiya hums softly at the kiss, trying to appear nonchalant like usual. He decided to slip into his pajamas while waiting for Haruki. It was pretty simple, just a baggy black t-shirt and soft grey pants with little cactuses on it, for whatever reason.

Umm.. we could bake, if you'd want. I'm not a super good chef like Yumu, but I can follow a recipe. I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. He fidgets with his phone. Or we could play video games again, or.. I dunno, play fight. Don't wanna accidentally hurt your pretty self, though. Fumiya then smirks, teasing and trying to get any kind of reaction.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I know, I'm just. . . Not used to it, I guess. I'm usually what you'd call the 'therapy friend', I think, so people usually come to me with their problems. But it's. . . Nice to get these things off my chest. So, even if I did the same for you, I'm gonna thank you anyway. Haruki playfully kisses the tip of Fumiya's nose before turning his attention to Miso.

I get that. And I'll try my best, don't worry. I want to make sure she's comfy with me. He mumbles, as if speaking to loud will spook the beardie. He gently takes her from Fumiya, making sure her body and tail are supported, even if he had a slight shake from nerves. A-am I doing it right? I'm not hurting her, am I?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I should've expected that. But we're dating, so I think that changes the game a little bit, no? I want you to be able to.. talk to me about whatever, really. Get something off your chest without feeling like a burden. Which is soo hard for you, I know.

Fumiya's face scrunches up slightly at the kiss, letting out a tiny chuckle before focusing back to his bearded dragon. Miso was a bit curious, staring at Haruki's arm and tilting her head a bit, but was overall quite relaxed on his hand. Fumiya couldn't help but coo.

Aw.. I-I mean, ah, yeah. She's fine. You're doing good.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Oi. Haruki counters playfully, lightly shaking his head at the last comment in that sentence. However, there is still a smile on his face. . . . Thanks, Fumi. I want you to know that it's the same for me, whenever you need to talk about anything.

Haruki smiles wider when he's told he's holding Miso right, his hands stilling quickly afterwards. He watches her closely, cheeks faintly going pink at Fumiya's cooing.

I'm glad to hear that. Especially with how nervous I was the first time. She definitely seems quite relaxed with me now, which I assume is a good thing.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I know I'm right. Fumiya replies, chuckling at Haruki's playful nature. He was such a dork, but it was cute. And you're welcome.

Fumiya also watches Miso closely, making sure she wasn't getting stressed out or anything. She crawls up his arm before adjusting herself on his chest. Yeah, definitely a good thing. She's pretty cuddly, so I'm not shocked that she likes you. You can pet her a bit if you'd like.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles as Miso cuddles up to him, gently petting her with an index finger. Well, I'm glad it's a good thing. Even if she likes cuddling, I still get a bit nervous that I'm overstepping things. So, it's nice to hear she likes me.

In between continuing to pet the beardie, he leans a bit closer to Fumiya, snuggling up to him a bit. He doesn't even seen to notice that he is, just smiling and happily petting Miso while enjoying some time with his favorite person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

If you were, you'd know. She gets black under her chin when she's stressed out. Plus, I'm here to guide you if needed.

Fumiya adjusts himself slightly as Haruki snuggles closer, blushing a bit but allowing him to be close. He kept his head on his shoulder, suddenly smelling something different. Fumiya presses his nose against the crook of Haruki's neck.

Do you wear perfume? What is that?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Got it. I'm not seeing that, so I think we're good. And yes, I have your help, too. I'm quite lucky I have it, too. Haruki smiles, a mix of joy and a light playfulness on his face.

His cheeks go red when Fumiya presses his nose to his neck, his heartbeat spiking rather quickly. O-oh! I thought I washed most of that off. . . But yea, it's a perfume. I think it's vanilla scented? I don't know why they put it on me when I was just taking photos, but. . . Yea.

I-if it's too much, I can wash it off the rest of the way! I'm gonna have to wash off my makeup before bed anyways, so it's not that big of a deal.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah, yeah.. Fumiya shakes his head, rubbing his cheek with his free hand to try and stop getting so embarrassed. Whatever that meant. He hummed as Haruki answered, sitting up with a small stretch.

No, it's.. I was just curious. But c'mon, let's wash your face before we forget. Don't want a face of makeup on my pillows..

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Yea, it'd probably be good to get it done now. I don't wanna forget and do just that. Especially after the amount of my own pillow cases I've lost to that. . . Haruki responds playfully, untangling himself from Fumiya and carefully returning Miso to him.

I brought my usual skincare here, so I shouldn't need to borrow any of yours. He adds, grabbing his stuff from his bag. Do you just wanna stay here while I get it done? I will note that it takes me a minute, but I shouldn't be too long. I hope.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya carefully grabs Miso and gets off the bed, putting her back in her tank and sliding the door shut. He then adjusts his shirt.

It depends on you. I don't mind coming with, but you should also have your privacy. So I can stay here, if that's what you want. He shrugs. I don't mind if it takes long either.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I know, I'm just. . . Not used to it, I guess. I'm usually what you'd call the 'therapy friend', I think, so people usually come to me with their problems. But it's. . . Nice to get these things off my chest. So, even if I did the same for you, I'm gonna thank you anyway. Haruki playfully kisses the tip of Fumiya's nose before turning his attention to Miso.

I get that. And I'll try my best, don't worry. I want to make sure she's comfy with me. He mumbles, as if speaking to loud will spook the beardie. He gently takes her from Fumiya, making sure her body and tail are supported, even if he had a slight shake from nerves. A-am I doing it right? I'm not hurting her, am I?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I should've expected that. But we're dating, so I think that changes the game a little bit, no? I want you to be able to.. talk to me about whatever, really. Get something off your chest without feeling like a burden. Which is soo hard for you, I know.

Fumiya's face scrunches up slightly at the kiss, letting out a tiny chuckle before focusing back to his bearded dragon. Miso was a bit curious, staring at Haruki's arm and tilting her head a bit, but was overall quite relaxed on his hand. Fumiya couldn't help but coo.

Aw.. I-I mean, ah, yeah. She's fine. You're doing good.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Oi. Haruki counters playfully, lightly shaking his head at the last comment in that sentence. However, there is still a smile on his face. . . . Thanks, Fumi. I want you to know that it's the same for me, whenever you need to talk about anything.

Haruki smiles wider when he's told he's holding Miso right, his hands stilling quickly afterwards. He watches her closely, cheeks faintly going pink at Fumiya's cooing.

I'm glad to hear that. Especially with how nervous I was the first time. She definitely seems quite relaxed with me now, which I assume is a good thing.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I know I'm right. Fumiya replies, chuckling at Haruki's playful nature. He was such a dork, but it was cute. And you're welcome.

Fumiya also watches Miso closely, making sure she wasn't getting stressed out or anything. She crawls up his arm before adjusting herself on his chest. Yeah, definitely a good thing. She's pretty cuddly, so I'm not shocked that she likes you. You can pet her a bit if you'd like.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles as Miso cuddles up to him, gently petting her with an index finger. Well, I'm glad it's a good thing. Even if she likes cuddling, I still get a bit nervous that I'm overstepping things. So, it's nice to hear she likes me.

In between continuing to pet the beardie, he leans a bit closer to Fumiya, snuggling up to him a bit. He doesn't even seen to notice that he is, just smiling and happily petting Miso while enjoying some time with his favorite person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

If you were, you'd know. She gets black under her chin when she's stressed out. Plus, I'm here to guide you if needed.

Fumiya adjusts himself slightly as Haruki snuggles closer, blushing a bit but allowing him to be close. He kept his head on his shoulder, suddenly smelling something different. Fumiya presses his nose against the crook of Haruki's neck.

Do you wear perfume? What is that?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Got it. I'm not seeing that, so I think we're good. And yes, I have your help, too. I'm quite lucky I have it, too. Haruki smiles, a mix of joy and a light playfulness on his face.

His cheeks go red when Fumiya presses his nose to his neck, his heartbeat spiking rather quickly. O-oh! I thought I washed most of that off. . . But yea, it's a perfume. I think it's vanilla scented? I don't know why they put it on me when I was just taking photos, but. . . Yea.

I-if it's too much, I can wash it off the rest of the way! I'm gonna have to wash off my makeup before bed anyways, so it's not that big of a deal.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah, yeah.. Fumiya shakes his head, rubbing his cheek with his free hand to try and stop getting so embarrassed. Whatever that meant. He hummed as Haruki answered, sitting up with a small stretch.

No, it's.. I was just curious. But c'mon, let's wash your face before we forget. Don't want a face of makeup on my pillows..

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I know, I'm just. . . Not used to it, I guess. I'm usually what you'd call the 'therapy friend', I think, so people usually come to me with their problems. But it's. . . Nice to get these things off my chest. So, even if I did the same for you, I'm gonna thank you anyway. Haruki playfully kisses the tip of Fumiya's nose before turning his attention to Miso.

I get that. And I'll try my best, don't worry. I want to make sure she's comfy with me. He mumbles, as if speaking to loud will spook the beardie. He gently takes her from Fumiya, making sure her body and tail are supported, even if he had a slight shake from nerves. A-am I doing it right? I'm not hurting her, am I?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I should've expected that. But we're dating, so I think that changes the game a little bit, no? I want you to be able to.. talk to me about whatever, really. Get something off your chest without feeling like a burden. Which is soo hard for you, I know.

Fumiya's face scrunches up slightly at the kiss, letting out a tiny chuckle before focusing back to his bearded dragon. Miso was a bit curious, staring at Haruki's arm and tilting her head a bit, but was overall quite relaxed on his hand. Fumiya couldn't help but coo.

Aw.. I-I mean, ah, yeah. She's fine. You're doing good.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Oi. Haruki counters playfully, lightly shaking his head at the last comment in that sentence. However, there is still a smile on his face. . . . Thanks, Fumi. I want you to know that it's the same for me, whenever you need to talk about anything.

Haruki smiles wider when he's told he's holding Miso right, his hands stilling quickly afterwards. He watches her closely, cheeks faintly going pink at Fumiya's cooing.

I'm glad to hear that. Especially with how nervous I was the first time. She definitely seems quite relaxed with me now, which I assume is a good thing.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I know I'm right. Fumiya replies, chuckling at Haruki's playful nature. He was such a dork, but it was cute. And you're welcome.

Fumiya also watches Miso closely, making sure she wasn't getting stressed out or anything. She crawls up his arm before adjusting herself on his chest. Yeah, definitely a good thing. She's pretty cuddly, so I'm not shocked that she likes you. You can pet her a bit if you'd like.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles as Miso cuddles up to him, gently petting her with an index finger. Well, I'm glad it's a good thing. Even if she likes cuddling, I still get a bit nervous that I'm overstepping things. So, it's nice to hear she likes me.

In between continuing to pet the beardie, he leans a bit closer to Fumiya, snuggling up to him a bit. He doesn't even seen to notice that he is, just smiling and happily petting Miso while enjoying some time with his favorite person.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

If you were, you'd know. She gets black under her chin when she's stressed out. Plus, I'm here to guide you if needed.

Fumiya adjusts himself slightly as Haruki snuggles closer, blushing a bit but allowing him to be close. He kept his head on his shoulder, suddenly smelling something different. Fumiya presses his nose against the crook of Haruki's neck.

Do you wear perfume? What is that?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I know, I'm just. . . Not used to it, I guess. I'm usually what you'd call the 'therapy friend', I think, so people usually come to me with their problems. But it's. . . Nice to get these things off my chest. So, even if I did the same for you, I'm gonna thank you anyway. Haruki playfully kisses the tip of Fumiya's nose before turning his attention to Miso.

I get that. And I'll try my best, don't worry. I want to make sure she's comfy with me. He mumbles, as if speaking to loud will spook the beardie. He gently takes her from Fumiya, making sure her body and tail are supported, even if he had a slight shake from nerves. A-am I doing it right? I'm not hurting her, am I?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I should've expected that. But we're dating, so I think that changes the game a little bit, no? I want you to be able to.. talk to me about whatever, really. Get something off your chest without feeling like a burden. Which is soo hard for you, I know.

Fumiya's face scrunches up slightly at the kiss, letting out a tiny chuckle before focusing back to his bearded dragon. Miso was a bit curious, staring at Haruki's arm and tilting her head a bit, but was overall quite relaxed on his hand. Fumiya couldn't help but coo.

Aw.. I-I mean, ah, yeah. She's fine. You're doing good.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Oi. Haruki counters playfully, lightly shaking his head at the last comment in that sentence. However, there is still a smile on his face. . . . Thanks, Fumi. I want you to know that it's the same for me, whenever you need to talk about anything.

Haruki smiles wider when he's told he's holding Miso right, his hands stilling quickly afterwards. He watches her closely, cheeks faintly going pink at Fumiya's cooing.

I'm glad to hear that. Especially with how nervous I was the first time. She definitely seems quite relaxed with me now, which I assume is a good thing.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I know I'm right. Fumiya replies, chuckling at Haruki's playful nature. He was such a dork, but it was cute. And you're welcome.

Fumiya also watches Miso closely, making sure she wasn't getting stressed out or anything. She crawls up his arm before adjusting herself on his chest. Yeah, definitely a good thing. She's pretty cuddly, so I'm not shocked that she likes you. You can pet her a bit if you'd like.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I know, I'm just. . . Not used to it, I guess. I'm usually what you'd call the 'therapy friend', I think, so people usually come to me with their problems. But it's. . . Nice to get these things off my chest. So, even if I did the same for you, I'm gonna thank you anyway. Haruki playfully kisses the tip of Fumiya's nose before turning his attention to Miso.

I get that. And I'll try my best, don't worry. I want to make sure she's comfy with me. He mumbles, as if speaking to loud will spook the beardie. He gently takes her from Fumiya, making sure her body and tail are supported, even if he had a slight shake from nerves. A-am I doing it right? I'm not hurting her, am I?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

I should've expected that. But we're dating, so I think that changes the game a little bit, no? I want you to be able to.. talk to me about whatever, really. Get something off your chest without feeling like a burden. Which is soo hard for you, I know.

Fumiya's face scrunches up slightly at the kiss, letting out a tiny chuckle before focusing back to his bearded dragon. Miso was a bit curious, staring at Haruki's arm and tilting her head a bit, but was overall quite relaxed on his hand. Fumiya couldn't help but coo.

Aw.. I-I mean, ah, yeah. She's fine. You're doing good.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Whenever Fumiya was tired or frustrated, he typically preferred to be left alone to his own devices. But ever since Haruki came into his life, he's had a strange pull to him. Not even when he was irritated, but just.. in general. Still, he tried to act normal about it. As normal as he could be, anyway.

He got home rather quickly after practice, cleaning out Miso's tank before letting her free roam a bit, which mainly just consisted of clinging onto his shirt. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands moving to text Haruki before he even realized it.

<do you wanna sleep over again? its ok if not i just>

Want to see you. That's too direct..

<whatever. come or dont>

- Thongchai Fumiya 🦎 (@lovelettersfromshibuya)

Haruki also enjoys seeing Fumiya. Especially after long days at work. However, while Fumiya wouldn't always admit it, he was happy to share it. Especially with how happy his boyfriend made him feel, even after a long day of camera flashes and being told to stand on the red square despite every square being a similar shade of grey.

Which was, ironically, what happened that very day.

Haruki had unceremoniously flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, tired and already done with the day. However, Fumiya's texts instantly brighten his mood.

<I'm down for that! Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there! 💙>

After sending the message (and triple checking that the heart was blue with a TTS thing on his phone), he scoops up a sleepover bag he left by his door, heading over to Fumiya's house as quickly as his legs could carry him. Once he made it, he knocks on the door, happily bouncing on his toes.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya smiled softly at the notification, cleaning his space up a little bit and making sure he still looked.. okay, at least. It didn't take too long before Fumiya heard some insistent knocking on the door.

He carefully puts Miso back in her terrarium before heading to the door, opening it up with a tiny chuckle. The tension in his shoulders and jaw seemed to soften. You're fast. C'mon, it's a bit cold.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Fumiya answers the door, entering the house as soon as he's told he can. What can I say? I'm excited to do this again. That, and I'm always happy to spend time with my favorite person. And Miso, too.

After the duo reach the bedroom, Haruki places his bag down in an empty corner, trying to keep it as out of the way as he can. So! What do we wanna do? I'm alright with whatever, especially after the long day of work I've had.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya blushed ever so slightly, simply pushing Haruki back into his bedroom with a tiny chuckle. Once they make it, he lets Miso back out, her crawling on him before just resting by his neck.

Long day, huh.. are you hungry? I can grab some snacks if you'd like. And we can just kinda talk, I guess. I've had a bit of a day myself.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki smiles when Miso settles herself, gently reaching over to pet her head. Ever since first meeting her, he's gotten much more used to the lizard. Even if the feeling of her crawling on him still spooked him occasionally.

Yea. . . And I'm good for now. But thank you for the offer, Fumi. And yea, we can just talk. Especially if you've had a bit of a day, too. Here. Haruki sits himself on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before holding his arms out towards Fumiya. I can hold you and we can cuddle, if you want. Or the inverse. Or you just sit next to me. Whatever you wanna do, Fumi.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya noticed Haruki seemed to be warming up to Miso. That was good.. his two favorites should definitely get along, otherwise that'd be a whole other situation..

He blinks at the offer, crawling into bed himself while being cautious of Miso. He originally just sat next to Haruki, but he'd lower his head down to rest on his shoulder. It was definitely awkward, at least for him, but it also felt weirdly nice.

..Thank you. This is fine. He pauses briefly before sighing. Fumiya was still trying to get used to being open, but so far it wasn't getting easier. I.. I don't think anybody noticed, but I made some mistakes during rehearsal today. It was really embarrassing and irritating. Especially because we had company. I kinda just.. I dunno, wanna crawl into a hole and stay there. You know?

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki lowers his arms as Fumiya makes himself comfortable, gently finding his hand closest to him and gently holding it. He also plops his head on top of his partner's, while doing his best to mind Miso.

I get that feeling. . . Like, no one hears the mistakes, but you certainly do and it keeps bothering you. And I imagine the company didn't help. . . Haruki mutters, gently squeezing the hand he was holding. And I also get the feeling of the 'crawling into a hole' thing, too.

But, while I can't exactly give advice on how to deal with it, I'm happy to listen to you whenever you're upset. Cuz. . . Well, you're special to me. And I want to help where I can. Especially with how you helped me even before we were dating. He adds with a smile, carefully moving to press a kiss onto Fumiya's forehead before returning to his original position. Do you wanna to talk about anything else that's bothering you?

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya had been debating on grabbing Haruki's hand, so he was a little shocked to see that Haruki had already beat him to it. He interlocked their fingers, squeezing it slightly.

Absolutely not. She was just there to listen, but she ended up making a whole flyer for us. I feel like I should've given her a better show for being so.. considerate? I don't know if that's the word.

He picks at the fresh black paint on his nails, but ends up stopping as he listens further. Dating.. that word made him smile without him even realizing it. I appreciate it. That's really the only thing bothering me right now, I think. A lot of my issues arise from my guitar playing, honestly.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

I'd say considerate is the word, yea. Despite that, I'm sure you did alright. I can understand the doubts, though. I'd be quite the hypocrite if I said I didn't have those thoughts myself.

Haruki's smile widens slightly when Fumiya smiles, his heartbeat speeding up a bit. He was just so cute. It's not a problem, Fumi. And I get that. Honestly, it's kinda the same with me and my modeling work most of the time.

Like today for example. Haruki did want to talk about that, but he also didn't want to bring the mood down after seeing Fumiya so happy. So, he remains quiet, occasionally using his free hand to gently pat Miso every once in a while.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Yeah.. but thank you. I'm just glad you understand me. How.. how is it the same for modeling? Fumiya asked, realizing Haruki had mentioned also having a bit of a rough day. It was a bit harder for him to talk about himself, but he loved to listen to Haruki.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Well. . . You remember what happened the day we went to the beach? The people kept trying to have me go to things of specific colors even though I can't quite tell them apart? It happened again today. And look, I try not to make a big deal out of my condition, especially with the fact that I can't control it, but. . .

Haruki sighs, gingerly squeezing Fumiya's hand again. It gets so frustrating when having to deal with this stuff. Like, I usually don't mind my modeling work, but dealing with these people. . . It makes me feel smaller than I am, y'know? Like I'm a broken tool that they need to fix. . .

He pauses after he finishes, awkwardly chuckling to himself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put the mood down. I know you asked, but I really shouldn't have put all of that on you. . .

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

Fumiya's face hardened as Haruki talked about his experience. He didn't get why people couldn't just point or be more patient.. he bit his lip. You're not broken. You're not the one who needs fixing either. Those people need to fix their ways to communicate, not you.

He nudges Haruki softly. Cut that out, you're not putting the mood down. I wanted to know. Plus, it makes sense why you're frustrated. Even if they don't necessarily know.

-🦎

[aizono-haruki]

Haruki briefly blinks, turning to Fumiya as he spoke. Despite everything he had just shared, he was feeling a bit better. He gently nudges Fumiya back, still doing his best to be careful of Miso.

Thanks, Fumi. I appreciate you listening to me. Even if the subject was a bit of a downer. He murmurs, a small smile on his face. On a different note, do you think I could try and hold Miso? I know I sometimes get a bit freaked out by it, but I think I'm ready to try again today. Only if you both are okay with it, of course.

[lovelettersfromshibuya]

You did the same to me. Plus, I.. want to make sure you're alright. Fumiya replied with a small huff before looking back down at Miso. She had been eyeing Haruki a bit, so this was perfect.

Yeah, sure. I think Miso is starting to like you anyway. Plus, it's important that you guys are comfortable with each other. Fumiya carefully scooped the beardie up, holding her out to Haruki. Just make sure you're supporting her body and tail.

-🦎