💞- for my muse to pick up yours and spin them! (reverse!)
❣ - for my muse to exclaim that they adore your muse! (reverse!)
He’s been bracing himself for this. He hasn’t been oblivious to Souta’s behavior the past few days. In fact, he’s been very, very aware of how much more flirtatious he’s acting than usual. He hasn’t pointed it out to him or brought it up, but he knows. Oh, he knows.
Yet, despite all that, it doesn’t make it any less shocking when he suddenly feels himself being hoisted off the couch.
His book ungracefully tumbles to the floor with a tiny yelp, slender fingers instinctively clutching onto Souta’s shoulders as he’s spun around in the most cliche, picture-esque moment of pure romance.
“Souta!” The name is said in a giggle, unable to help the small fit of laughter that bubbles up from his lips. Pale cheeks are already a lovely shade of red, both from the embarrassment and hearing Souta gush about how adorable he is.
Oh, Souta, what are you doing to his poor heart? He feels positively over the moon!
“But… It’s not Valentine’s Day yet.” The smile on his face and the warm, loving look in his eyes both show that he’s being playful right back. He leans in to gently bump their foreheads together, blue eyes sparkling as he stares at him. “Does that mean you will spoil me even more than this?”
(wake up the sleepy dork!! he probably was up late playing video games ) ☀
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“Mm… Souta…”
Oh, goodness. Is he feeling a little lonely? He really, really doesn’t like being awake without his darling boyfriend by his side. It just doesn’t feel right. He doesn’t care how silly he’s being. He wants Souta.
What’s the best way to make him rise and shine? Why, crawling on top of him and sitting on his lap, of course.
Slender fingers curl against the other’s chest as he gets himself comfortably situated. He barely weighs anything, so it surely shouldn’t be hurting Souta by sitting on him like this. In fact, the majority of his time in general is likely spent sitting on Souta’s lap. It’s his most favorite spot.
“Souta.” He repeats his name softly, but with slightly more insistence this time. Pale locks of hair gently fall to the side as he tilts his head, sleepiness written on delicate features as he stares down at him.
Souta looks so tired. He’s willing to bet that he stayed up far too late, smashing away at the old, worn-down buttons on his beloved handheld. It’s a common occurrence - one that often leads to them cuddling in bed for hours longer than they probably should.
His attention is briefly taken away from Souta’s handsome, sleeping face when he spots a flurry of white from his periphery. Tired, blue eyes blink, slowly turning his gaze on the cat who’s just arrived to steal the show.
“Good morning, Kirby.” Right after he gives the sleepy greeting, an idea dawns on him. Perhaps there’s an even more effective way to wake Souta up. One that involves their fluffy, attention-loving cat.
He lifts his hands from Souta’s chest, just so he can reach to take hold of Kirby. He holds him close for a moment, before outstretching his arms to bring him up to Souta’s face, nearly making them touch.
“Can I have a good morning kiss?” A light smile plays at his lips, already amused at what Souta’s reaction will be to unintentionally bestowing a sweet kiss to a fluffy cat, rather than him.
However, his smile falls as soon as Kirby does the unthinkable, and instead chomps down directly on Souta’s nose.
“Ah–”
If the tiny, surprised noise is any indication, that wasn’t what he expected to happen at all.
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🏇🏻- Being chased
“A-Ah…”
The noise he makes is tiny, but oh-so startled. He’s found himself cornered. He’s been trapped, with what seems to be no means of escape. This is exactly what the fluffy, frenzied cat in front of him wants.
How did this happen? He doesn’t understand. Has he upset Kirby without realizing it? Has he not satisfied his needs properly?
Blue, doe-like eyes are focused on nothing else but Kirby, almost as if he’s afraid to tear his gaze away for even a second. He knows that if he does, then Kirby will seize the opportunity to attack.
However, it appears that he’s ready to strike, regardless.
Once he sees Kirby’s pupils dilate, complete with a fierce wiggle of his little body, he wastes no time in running into the safety of his boyfriend’s arms.
“Souta–” The name comes out the slightest bit frantic, fingers clutching onto the back of the other’s shirt as he worriedly looks behind him. He magically feels safe from all harm in Souta’s arms like this, but he still doesn’t trust taking his eyes off the wild beast.
“U-Um…” Long eyelashes flutter as he blinks once, then twice, thin eyebrows furrowed with concern. “Kirby seems mad…”
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“It could be worse.”
Souta whispers into his ear, warm breath and long strands of black hair tickling his skin as a sweet kiss is given to his cheek. Hearing Souta’s voice so close sends a tingle down his spine, pale cheeks turning a rosy shade of red.
He wonders when he became so weak to the demon’s affection. Surely, it was soon after they met. Deep down, he’s certain that he’s been this way from the very start. A prestigious, innocent angel like him being weak at the knees to something as simple as a demon’s kisses.
How embarrassing!
“U-Um…” Souta’s mouth is still on his skin, only encouraging his blush to deepen further. He’s relieved to see that he’s taking this situation so well, but he can’t help from still feeling concerned.
After all, seeing Souta completely beaten and battered nearly broke his heart.
“Are you certain that you’re okay?” Delicate hands reach up, gently cupping Souta’s face and easing his head back up so that he can look at him. He feels a twinge in his heart when he sees all of the bruises and cuts once again.
They may have the magic of healing more rapidly than humans, but that doesn’t make him feel any less sad. Souta was attacked because of him. They knew the risks of a demon and an angel being seen together. They were incredibly aware that they could, and very well likely would, attract the wrong kind of attention.
Yet, they still weren’t prepared for it to actually happen.
“… Does it hurt?” His soft voice comes out in a concerned whisper, which reaches his expression with long eyelashes lowering and noticeable worry entering his gaze. He allows his fingers to curl gently into Souta’s hair, pulling his face just slightly closer to his own.
“I’m sorry.” That, too, is said in a whisper, but he sincerely means it. He proves it further by pressing their foreheads together, sapphire eyes still locked onto ocean-blue ones and sparkling with a tenderness that he holds only for Souta.
People are cruel. They resent what they don’t understand, what is considered to be abnormal. But, there is nothing abnormal about this. Why can’t a demon and an angel love each other? Why is that so wrong? He’s not sure if he will ever understand the hatred, but there is one thing that he does know.
He’s not going to let anyone tear him away from Souta.
(SoutaxHaruka and either 14 or 24 for the drabble meme, your choice!)
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“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
It’s spoken softly, but it’s laced with nothing short of sincerity. He honestly, truly means it. He would never dare to let anyone other than Souta do this, nor would he ever want to. He would never let anyone else harm him like this, purely out of raw, genuine love.
“It’s dangerous to go outside, so…” His voice grows quieter with each word, not even needing to finish his sentence. There’s really no sugarcoating what’s happening here. They both know.
He removes his loosely balled fist from Souta’s chest and rests it on his own shoulder. Slender fingers oh-so slowly pull the fabric of his sweater to the side, revealing unblemished, porcelain skin.
Souta’s grip on his waist tightens, which in turn makes his heart skip a beat and leap into his throat.
He can feel it.
He’s hungry.
His heart is fluttering wildly now as he lifts both hands to Souta’s broad shoulders, clinging to them gently, but with a slight firmness. A part of it is to help ground him through the touch and calm his hunger, to keep him focused.
But, more than that, he just wants to get it over with.
Not for him. But for Souta. He’s not oblivious to how much Souta despises having to do this. Sometimes he thinks that it’s what Souta hates the most in this world. Even more than Mai’s accident, even more than hunting; harming him is what he can’t possibly take.
“Please… Don’t feel guilty.” He’s speaking gently, pleading, touching his forehead to Souta’s and eyelashes fluttering closed with a faint sigh. “I… I want to do this.”
Souta’s breath is warm against his skin, coming out shallow and shaky. He can’t wait for much longer. They need to do this now.
There’s no hesitation as he moves his face in closer, his fingers curling into black locks and easing Souta’s head down into the crook of his neck. Their chests are pressed flush together, hearts beating so rapidly against each other that it feels like they could explode at any moment.
This position is terribly inviting and vulnerable, and before he knows it, he feels teeth sinking deep into his shoulder.
The shock is electric, pain erupting so suddenly and violently with blue eyes snapping open. His pupils become thin like pinpricks, incapable of stopping the soft cry before it escapes his lips. Tears fill his eyes instantly - an automatic physical response that he can’t help, even if he wanted to.
Flesh rips and blood spills, pushing the tears forward to roll down his flushed cheeks. Hands clutch desperately onto the back of Souta’s shirt, nails digging and twisting into the worn, faded fabric. His mouth hangs open and small, pained gasps flow from it, not at all of his own will.
Stop it. He doesn’t want to make these horrible, pitiful sounds. He doesn’t want to. He’s breaking Souta’s heart. But, he just can’t help it. It’s too much. The pain is so horrid that he can’t stop trembling as Souta holds him so tightly, crushing him against his body.
His senses have kicked into a primal, fight or flight instinct, heightened to a degree that he’s never experienced before. He can hear everything. He can hear the sound of his own flesh tearing. He can hear the sound of Souta eating, heavy breaths and groans blending with his quiet, muffled sobs.
Oh. So even Souta makes sounds like this. He’s crying, just like him. All of his thoughts are drowned out by the agony and the adrenaline, yet he still finds himself feeling strangely comforted by that realization.
This is love. There’s nothing else that can describe it. Being so utterly selfless and willing to go through any pain imaginable, just to keep each other alive. Just to be able to stay together and protect their happiness. There’s not another single soul that they would do this for.
Souta is all that matters to him. He is all that matters to Souta. They will never let any force in this world take them away from each other, even in death.
Souta’s teeth unlatch from his skin with a shaky gasp, hot breath wafting over his aggravated, sensitive wound. It feels like it’s on fire, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. He can’t focus on anything right now. His brain his hazy, numb. He’s exhausted, mentally and physically.
It’s over. It’s over, and his body slowly goes limp in Souta’s arms, but he’s there to catch him. Just like he always is.
His gasping is subsiding, turning into light, airy panting and tiny whimpers. His eyes finally slip shut, tears continuing to fall from long, damp lashes and leaving near invisible stains on his face. He doesn’t have the energy to cry anymore, but the tears are still coming, out of a silent relief.
Now that the pain isn’t completely shadowing his mind and his senses, he’s becoming more aware of Souta’s movements. He’s becoming focused only on Souta, which is bringing waves of worry and love flooding back in.
Souta’s sobbing into his hair while broken, stuttering apologies fall from his lips over and over again. He can hear the heartbreak inside of every ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘please forgive me’.
He’s being held so unbearably tightly that it hurts a little. But, it’s nice. He wants Souta to hold him even tighter than this. He wants to melt into him. He wants Souta to hold him and touch him so fiercely, with so much love, that he’s incapable of thinking of anything else except him. He wants every single part of him to be filled with nothing but Souta.
He’s still far too tired to convey all of that, but he makes an effort by weakly tugging on the other’s shirt, trying to pull him closer. He wants to wipe away Souta’s tears. He wants to touch him. He wants to kiss him until they both stop crying. He wants to confess his love a million times.
But, this will have to do for now, and maybe it’s enough.
They both already know. He loves Souta more than anything in the world, and Souta loves him back just the same. He will do anything. He’s willing to do anything for Souta.
