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naki: i’m not in love with him. i ain’t-- shuu, appearing: monsieur! naki: the rest of the white suits:

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no punchies !! u’ll hurt ur hand again !!

mister spaghetti’s gonna cry if u hurt ur hand again ):

“S’not gonna hurt!! It’s just gonna go back t’normal anyway so wh--”

Wait a second.

“Eh?”

No, he ain’t. ... Right?

“Well, I don’t... wanna make th’fatso cry...”

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a hand gently cups his cheek, delicate fingertips tracing the lines of his features with love coaxing every touch. he likes this, this contact, this easy affection that allows him to touch his beloved as freely as he wants. "you know, mon amour," shuu speaks up, lips curling into a smile at how naki startles ever-so-slightly from his brief nap (he always falls asleep whenever shuu plays with his hair, or traces his face), "i simply /adore/ you."

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It’s hard for him to simply not lean into the touch. Normally, he was shy (nearly afraid of these acts. he hated how... short they were. it’s why he squeezed when he hugged.) in regards to these actions, merely allowing for whatever it is that Shuu wanted to do. He’d go through the motions and reciprocate when necessary, because he’s never been a professional nor had he ever been a master at these displays. He always did try, though... he always did try for Shuu.

The interruption from his nap, though, probably aided in this endeavor.

“Huh? I dunno what yer sayin’--”

Already, he leaned forward-- trying to milk whatever he could from these touches, these feelings, and those sweet, little words that escaped from the other ghoul’s mouth. Eyebrows raised before forming their selves into a loose knit, growing closer to one another despite the grogginess nipping lightly at his eyes. He could have blinked away the sleepiness (tears were forming at the corners, a side effect of swallowing a yawn rather than doing it in shuu’s face.) from himself and his eyes, but he sort of thought the blurriness was appealing.

It made things seem more... what was the word?Otherworldly... Surreal, maybe? Ah, hell.

“--... c’mon,” he murmured, voice nearly that of a whisper as he’s suddenly stifling back the need to do-- to do-- to do something.

He could feel it, the way his eyes were starting to water and not due to the expected. Teeth bit lightly at his lip as one of his hands raised, lightly and loosely wrapping its fingers around Shuu’s wrist. The other hand remained within his lap with two of its digits sporadically flinching and twisting out of the smallest need to touch, to feel, and to caress.

(i-- i wanna... but...)

But he’s never been good at being soft, and that’s why he doesn’t.

“I... I know,” he’s managed to coax out of himself, voice briefly having difficulty in exposing itself in warm tones but he does manage. Thank god that he does. “I... You...”

He swallowed, trying to shift in his position only for it to be replaced by clumsy gestures and movements before, finally, he’s on sitting on his knees. Shoulders roll in a mild attempt of removing further tension (but it’s always going to remain, isn’t it?) before he dared himself to move in a little closer. Foreheads butted, but it was more-so of a light tap than it was anything else, and Naki rolled his lips as he blinked. One, thin stream of tears escaped from his left eye and rolled carelessly down his cheek.

All he could successfully get out, after wards, was a mere whisper.

“Yer... Yer really pretty, y’know.”

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Today was quiet-- a quiet sort of... quiet, he guessed, that was peaceful. Lovely it was, in a way. Naki couldn’t complain.

He’s shifting ever so slightly, surprisingly careful in his ministrations as he removed his arm. Having been sprawled out on the bed, he hadn’t noticed one of his arms (and maybe a leg... how has shuu not woken up yet, again?) were resting over Shuu’s bare chest until he felt “lucid” enough to simply open his eyes.

Blurry sight gradually eased into clear vision, allowing for Naki to stare up at the raised ceiling of their apartment. Hand lazily scratched at his own chest, idly occupying itself as he turned away and towards a window. Dull light shone in through the thin crack that their curtains (off-white, striped with a light pink. naki wasn’t a fan initially, but he’s grown accustomed to it.) allowed, and that was all he needed to know.

It was the morning of a day Naki made himself remember. Shifting, he rolled onto his side and allowed himself a better look at Shuu.

The guy was always a covers hog, wasn’t he...? It’s not that Naki minded. He managed to steal a little bit, anyway.

Nonetheless, he scooted closer until the tips of their noses nearly touched. Cautiously, the younger reached out with a hand to ghost fingertips over and along Shuu’s cheeks. Eyebrows knit in mild frustration (he’s so pretty... he’s such a pretty guy. it’s almost unfair.) before his expression forced itself to relax, Naki reminding himself that this... this before him was something only he could see. His hand lowered, running feather-like touch down his jaw before, finally, pausing with index and middle fingers lightly pressing against Shuu’s lips.

“...”

(he’s such an angel... that’s so cliche but...)

Retracting his hand, Naki peered down at his two fingers before sighing. Shyly pressing them to his own lips, he let his gaze raise back up towards the other man’s slumbering form.

There have been times where Naki couldn’t believe that this was real. There have been times where Naki thought that Shuu deserved better and that he... he deserved worse than Shuu. There have been times where Naki’s been plagued by the idea that, maybe-- just maybe... ending it would have been better for the both of them.

But he’s selfish. It’s an excuse he’s using, because he wants to be happy. He’s oh-so selfish, and he can only hope that Shuu was just as selfish.

Drawing even closer, he was greeted by a soft exhale of a sigh from Shuu’s side. Wrapping his arms around Shuu, Naki adjusted accordingly (his legs entangled within shuu’s own. they could figure out this dilemma whenever the both of them were awake. for now, naki just wanted to be like this.) and buried his head into the crook of the other ghoul’s neck.

Shutting his eyes tightly, Naki felt his embrace tighten before relinquishing itself to a mere, pathetic hug. He huffed into Shuu’s skin, and tried to relax his expression.

“I... love ya,” he mumbled, uncaring of how silly he must have looked. “I love ya... I love ya.”

He wants to tell this to Shuu first thing; as soon as he wakes up, Naki wants that to be the first thing he hears.

(... is it cliche when it’s true?)

“--Happy birthday, Shuu.”

Feeling his thighs brush against Shuu’s own, he rolled his shoulders one final time before attempting to let sleep take him under its wing once more.

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“Umm...” He’s not really paying attention, and he knows this. Goddammit, though, is he trying to little avail. Fiddling with a piece of the scarf he’s been so charitably gifted, Naki swallowed dryly before trying to remember what he was just asked. All he’s capable of doing is kicking his legs back and forth from his seat before reluctantly responding. “... S--... Sure...?”

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gently kisses his forehead.

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Shuu’s only been gone for maybe a few hours (three, but who was counting? haha, not him!), but it felt like the longest eternity possibly known to man. Nonetheless, when he’s approached he doesn’t budge. If anything, the younger ghoul’s almost seemed to have held in his breath– as if he believed that this was the first time he’s see the other man in years.

But he knows that’s not the case, and it’s never been the case.He and Shuu, ever since consummating their relationship (in… several ways. naki’s mind wanders too much.), have made a sort of unspoken promise to one another.

“Oh… yer back, a–” he paused to swallow, blinking before his gaze shyly averted itself towards the floor, “–a-already?”

He didn’t want to seem needy, because he knew that people hated it when others were needy. It’s what he’s always heard from others, and he didn’t wanted to believe it but… over the years, it’s gotten hard for him to ignore. Naki’s never minded it when Shuu displayed the neediness, the yearning, the outright clinginess (it was lovely and fun and cute and simple when he did it. naki always saw it with rose-tinted glasses, but how could he not? shuu was amazing.) that he only wished he could express, because it was so freeing. For the both of them.

Despite his hesitation to act like a love-struck and sappy fool, he’s already reaching out with both of his hands to take Shuu’s own into them. Leaning forward with a minute amount of his weight, Naki pressed the edge of his forehead against (and into.) the Gourmet’s chest and sighed.

It wasn’t a sound of displeasure but, rather, relief.No matter how hard Naki tried to act otherwise, he knew he was bound to Shuu.

Ah, that sounded rather creepy, didn’t it?Oh well. He didn’t care anymore.

“… I missed ya.”

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“ mirumo’s always said that naki reminded him of the sun while shuu reminded him, obviously, of roses. and he’s only started to understand what this meant when he noticed the way shuu’s face would light up. he started to notice these tiny, little quirks that shuu displayed. he’d brighten up, like he’s been exposed to the sun for the very first time. he’d sweep naki up in tight but welcomed hugs and muss his tough guy exterior up with numerous kisses. he’d thank him for coming, and naki would always say it wasn’t a big deal yet shuu would insist that it was. it was, it was, it was -- because that meant that naki was finally here. ”

                                                        ——— merry christmas, kitty​!!                                                                        ( 1 / 2 -- @cannibalesque )