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Kokichi being a brat, what else is new????
trailer: -shows baby!sidon and mipha being a loving and caring older sister to him-
me: this is gonna fuck me up
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Your presence still lingers here - Part 2
[Part 1]
His skin is so soft. Unblemished. Different than it was 5 years ago, but still familiar.
There’s nothing but smoothness as Even runs his fingers down Isak’s back, from the ball of his shoulder to his lower back. He spreads his fingers there, rests the palm of his hand on Isak’s spine, feeling Isak’s chest expand every time he takes a breath.
He’s still sleeping, face turned away. Arms up, duvet pooled low enough to be showing hints of what’s underneath. Isak is the loveliest thing, sleeping. He’s so calm, sleeps so quietly. Hardly moves.
A total contrast to how Even sleeps, even after all these years, Even just can’t seem to keep still. That’s for when he’s awake, apparently.
Even’s eyes sweep over all that nakedness, over the small hairs on Isak’s back, on the slope of his shoulders, how he’s grown into them, filled out in ways his body only hinted at those years ago.
Even likes it. Likes how strong Isak is, how steady. How excited he still gets, even though it’s clear that time has had an effect on that too. There are hardly any snapbacks anymore, his curls kept in a shorter haircut now. Isak calls it more ‘manageable’ but Even still finds himself longing for the time with longer curls. For how they wrapped around his hats and snapbacks.
“You know, it’s a little bit creepy, you staring at me while I sleep.”
Isak’s voice is sleep rough and gritty, and Even knows that if he was able to see it he’d find Isak’s eyes still closed.
He leans in and kisses what he can reach, in this case a bicep. Lets his lips linger there as he says, “I would never.”
Isak huffs in delight, and finally turns his head to look at Even.
God, those eyes. The way he looks at Even, so open and happy and satisfied. Like Even is all he could ever want. It makes Even’s chest hurt, makes him swallow down his fears and the grief that’s constantly lingering just under his skin. Squeezing his heart.
“No?”
Isak’s eyes slide over Even’s face, taking him in, relearning him like he does every morning. Like he’s still surprised that Even is here, in his bed. That he’s stayed.
Even purses his lips, kisses his way up Isak’s arm, over his shoulder, until he reaches his face.
“Absolutely not,” he says against his lips, before he closes the last remnants of distance between them and kisses Isak.
Isak’s lips fit against his, fit in a way that make Even lose his train of thought, makes him focus on the moment, on Isak, in a way few things do. Isak kisses him lazily, the taste and feel of him slowly seeping into Even, leaving traces there that Even is sure he’ll never be able to erase.
He reluctantly leaves Isak’s mouth, pushes against his body until Isak rolls onto his side and they touch from shoulder to belly to toes. He rests his head in the crook of Isak’s throat and waits for him to put his arms around him like he always does.
The sound of Isak’s heart is loud in his ears when he’s this close. The smell of his skin addicting. The circle of his arms protecting, easing, calming. Even could spend eternity lying like this.
And he knows how long eternity is.
Isak’s hand strokes down his back, long soothing strokes, like he understands that sometimes Even gets overwhelmed by these small, domestic, calm moments. Like they’re almost harder for Even to handle than the big over-the top gestures; the dancing and the laughing and the fucking.
Even knows that these moments are the ones that linger the longest, that hurt the most.
He closes his eyes and breathes. Hopes that Isak’s calmness will spread, will make him calm too. Breathes until his eyes aren’t wet anymore and Isak is twitching to get out of bed. There are always limitations to their interactions.
Isak is still here with him, young and vibrant, happy. Even should enjoy it, shouldn’t let his mind drift to the inevitable end. He doesn’t want Isak to be a lingering memory. But years and years and years of experience have taught him one thing - there’s nothing he can do about it.
It’s only a matter of time.
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