“…It was raining. Your door was closer.” (// waiting for the day I'm finally free from all those exams~~ :3 ily <3)
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ĢUREN shifted on the bed, already stirred from one of his few instances of dreamless sleep, a welcome reprieve from the nightmares that plagued him more frequently than before. Perhaps, the rain tonight helped to calm his thoughts, given how the steady rhythm of droplets pattering against his windows made him drift off into deep sleep much easily. What he didn’t expect, however, was Shinya sliding into the bed right next to him, and despite the other’s slightly colder hands, his body was warm, and Guren could feel the other’s tension as acutely as the own blankets surrounding the both of them. Of course, he knew that Shinya wouldn’t just come into his room, uninvited, without a valid reason. The silver-haired male might be the frivolous sort, or perhaps even playful, but using such an excuse to sleep with him, platonic or otherwise, was very unlike him.
ʂO he sighed, and slipped back under the covers, seeing as Shinya had already made himself comfortable under his blankets. For a moment, none of them said anything, and the only noise that filled the air was the sound of rain. Goshi would absolutely LOVE this weather, he idly thought, and he could already imagine the man running outside, clad in his pajamas and laughing to himself over how relaxing a storm was. “It was a nightmare, wasn’t it?” Despite being phrased as a question, the both of them knew each other long enough to know that Guren had meant it as a statement, not a question. “Don’t be an idiot, my door is all the way at the end of the NEXT wing. You’d have passed by everyone else’s room, and Kureto’s is probably the closest. You came specifically to MY room.”
ʂUFFICE it to say, heavy rain probably triggered a dark part of Shinya’s past, the past that he never told him, the same way Guren never told him about him being a namanari. However close they were, they still had their secrets that they kept only to themselves, despite knowing enough about the other to know when they were quietly suffering. Like now. “It’s been raining every night for almost three nights now. If you only decided to come to me NOW, it shows that it’s pretty bad.” Probably a recurring nightmare. But he made no movement to approach the other, not until Shinya eased into his touch. And when he did, no words breached the silence at first, only a lingering, painful quietness that was broken only when Guren let out a breath of air that he didn’t realize he kept held. Calloused hands brought themselves up awkwardly at first and then surely, firmly around the other’s shoulders, and very carefully, he pulled the both of them closer to each other until their bodies touched. “Me too, Shinya. Me too.” At the very least, even if Shinya didn’t tell him, he would have offered his company. That counted for something.
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