Asahi A. || It’s so Lovely, Loving You
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☀ A songfic inspired by Khai Dreams’ “Sunkissed”.
“You know, I think my loving you was inevitable.”
A day in the life of a couple that is absolutely and ridiculously in love, set to music.
↠ Requested By: My undying love for this 2D man as well as this song ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluffy-fluff ((but my blog’s 18+ so if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ Chronology: Post time skip. ↠ CWs/TWs: A little touch of angst in the form of a memory. It’s nothing particularly triggering, imo—Reader’s remembering the time before getting with Asahi and the heartbreaks/failed relationships that went along with that—but since this is primarily a fluff piece I figured I’d give y’all a head’s up anyways. Also pet names for Reader (pretty baby, love) because that’s just how I, and by proxy Asa, rolls lol. ↠ We don’t need betas where we’re going. ((okay, so that’s a lie, but whatever lol)) ↠ Total WC: 3k~
So I wanted to try something a lil different this time around.
“Sunkissed” is absolutely one of my all-time favorite songs, and it’s always given me big Asahi vibes. Dk why, honestly—maybe it’s because I discovered both the song and the show around the same time? Either way, this thing’s been a long time coming so best not to delay it further with my rambling. (hopefully) Enjoy!!
So slowly a sunlit dream pulls me out of sleep Feel the morning through the blinds I get to thinking ‘bout your sunkissed face And a quiet place, I could give you all my time
Consciousness comes back to you in degrees.
The first thing you register is the errant beam of light that arcs over your eyes, compliments of blinds that were not closed so tightly as they should have been. It’s still early yet so the intrusion is a gentle one, not at all like the brilliant rays that had highlighted the whole of your dream.
That vivid otherworld had offered you two suns to choose from last night—one a blazing star, lightyears away and impervious to touch, the other dimpled cheeked with a tender smile and palms that fit perfectly against your own.
You and Asahi hadn’t gotten up to much, having only held each other as you basked in the summertime sun, bodies pressed close as you traded quiet words and giggles, but it was enough because you were together. That’s a thing that has become all too rare these days, unfortunately—that you cannot detect his presence behind you is testament to that.
You sigh a bit as you roll over into the space that he should’ve been occupying. Questing fingers run over cold sheets, and the small disturbance gives rise to a plume of a familiar scent (deep, woodsy notes cut through with citrus and something distinctly him), the only evidence that he’d ever been beside you.
Work has been busy for him and his muse is a fickle one besides, oftentimes dragging him from slumber with concepts and finishing touches that will elude him should he attempt to beg them off until a godlier hour. At this very moment he’s probably in his studio hunched over his tablet—chestnut locks pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, eyes bright, and stylus flying in graceful arcs over the screen—or maybe even wrist deep in fabrics and thread…
You find yourself smiling at the thought despite yourself. Waking up alone like this is never fun, but you cannot help but to love his passion, his drive–
You know I wanna be your rock, my love You know I wanna be your light In darkness, how you find me just in time To tell me what I needed to hear
–this is why you’re able to hold on to that smile, to the warmth that never fails to blossom in your chest at the mere thought of him, as you go through your morning routine. You may not have known exactly what loving Asahi would entail—couldn’t have known in full, not when you loved him from your youngest days, well before you actually knew what being in love meant or how deep your affections truly ran for the sweet, shy boy—but you do know that there is little you wouldn’t do for him, and he for you.
There are few absolutes that you hold to in this world, but the love that you and Asahi share is definitely at the top of that list. Even when things were at their grimmest neither of you ever dropped your arms. Whether it be spine to spine or hand in hand, you’ve always been there for one another with shoulders to cry on and ears to listen and hearts overflowing with adoration and acceptance.
In the end it always comes back to you and him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
So if you don’t know what you need // You can leave it all to me Don’t want you worried ‘bout a thing I know you’d do the same for me
When he still hasn’t appeared even after you’ve finished with breakfast you decide to load up a tray for two. The meal is a simple affair, being mostly comprised of leftovers with only the odd side and your drinks of choice being made fresh.
It takes him a moment to notice you standing in the doorway, but once he does–
“____, love! What are you doing up so early? You made breakfast? Thank you so much! But you know you didn’t have to. Did I wake you when I got up? I hope not, but if I did I’m sorry. Did you sleep well?”
The flurry of words is all but flung at you as he hastens over to meet you. He takes the tray from your hands, and the deluge pauses just long enough for him to press a lingering kiss against your temple. You’re quick to wave away his concerns, assuring him that there’s no need to worry or apologize. After all, there’s been more than one occasion when your own responsibilities saw your roles flipped, and never once did he complain about your narrowed focus or listening to you vent or all those late-night caffeine runs.
As he proceeds to set things up at his desk he tells you about the new designs that he’s been drafting. Apparently they came to him in a dream not too dissimilar to yours, and as a result flowing fabrics and loose cuts in shades that mimic the rising of a summertime sun are the hallmarks of this latest line.
You run a careful finger around the edges of one of the sketches, your touch feather-light as you listen. This one has been drawn traditionally, graphite put to paper in hurried but purposeful lines, as if he just barely managed to pin the thoughts as they came to him.
“I’m sure it’ll turn out beautiful,” you comment as you continue to admire his work.
“Doesn’t really have much of a choice—it’s inspired by you, after all.”
The comment has a somewhat absent air to it, as if it slipped from his mouth without any conscious thought on his part. When the words register some odd seconds later his cheeks darken, though he doesn’t feel the need to amend the sentence, especially when you’re kissing him so sweetly in reply.
‘Cause you’re so lovely // You’re so lovely I can’t help but fall for you, love When you love me It’s so lovely loving you // So lovely loving you
You put off your chores in lieu of watching him work.
He’s truly a marvel to witness when he’s in his element like this. There are no worries or stresses to weigh down his broad shoulders, no expectations or preconceptions to cloud his thoughts and perceptions—there’s only the comfort of a well-loved task and the unbridled joy that comes with creation.
He talks you through his process, a habit developed long ago when he was still trying to familiarize himself with the more technical aspects of design. You’re only half listening in truth, with your mind not really holding on to the words that he says, but more so the cadence of his voice, the contentment that seems to light him from within. He knows this of course, can tell quite easily with just one glance at your glazed eyes and love-sick grin, but you know he doesn’t mind. He’s just happy to share the space and this time with him most loved person, and you are too.
The sun sits high in the sky now, nearly at its zenith, leaving the whole of the studio drenched in its cosmic warmth. Golden rays make halos and refracted rainbows of the most innocuous objects, though its best work was done weeks ago.
The season has long since sunk into skin and hair both to leave Asahi suitably sun-kissed. With his lightened locks and darkened, freckled complexion you cannot help but to find him especially striking in this moment–
Beautiful, breathtaking, lovely—and, by some wonderful twist of fate, all yours.
So softly a tender breeze brush against my knees On a summer afternoon I get to thinking ‘bout the hazy days Under August shade that I used to spend with you
This hasn’t always been your reality, however.
As the pair of you finally prepare to face the day properly, your mind unwittingly wanders back to days long passed. Honestly you’re not entirely sure what triggers the memories; maybe it’s the color of Asahi’s top, that vivid yet somewhat milky blue that’s so similar to the ocean that had kept you a part for so long.
You had always encouraged him to follow his dreams wherever they took him—that this saw him trading in your sleepy prefecture’s lazy pace for the rapid beat of an insomniac city was saddening, but not completely unexpected. He was talented, and whether it knew it or not, the whole of the world was just waiting for him to arrive; meanwhile you had your own calling and aspirations, though scholarships had left you landlocked. But even with the added challenges of time zones and hectic schedules, you’d both promised one another that you wouldn’t allow yourselves to drift too far apart, and while your heart could never truly forget, practicality did demand that you move on–
Or rather they did—an amalgamation of friends, family, and acquaintances that thought their relationship with you, no matter how tenuous, gave them a right to an opinion on the matter. They constantly reminded you that growing up inevitably meant growing apart, never mind the fact that four years was a long time to wait for anyone–
“Especially when you know he won’t do the same. What, you think he’s sitting in his room on the other side of the world pining for you and counting down the days? Seriously?”
Their words had hounded you just as readily as your regret over never telling him how you truly felt. And so you had done your best to move on as bade, to function, to make a life for yourself that did not include Asahi as a central feature. You’d been able to convince yourself that it was working for a while, though your partners weren’t likewise deluded. They could feel it in the way your hand never fully felt at home in theirs, could see it in the way your eyes seemed to look past them, through them.
They were forced to live in the shadow of a man they’d never met, while you yourself were reduced to an ever transit figure, one that couldn’t decide if it wanted to languish in the present or live in the past. On winter nights when you were in their arms you mind was miles away, under a shady tree with a balmy breeze tickling at your exposed skin as you reveled in the deep, rolling laugh that sounded out from beside you. When they took you out for ice cream and sunset walks you were lost to memories of crystallized breath and watching the pale dawning of a new day with your own personal sun at your back.
With your heart so far removed from it all, it was no great surprise that things always ended up falling apart. With each new failed relationship you felt yourself crumble a little bit more, and what was worse was that you had no one but yourself to blame. You’d not only broken your own heart, but those of your partners as well, and all because you didn’t have the courage to tell the person whom it (and you—always, fully, truly) belonged to how you felt.
I didn’t realize it was all I wanted, what I had My riddled heart I had to cradle back together just to see It’s all like magic to me // You do magic, baby // When you love me
As if he can read your mind, Asahi comes over and bundles you up into his arms. Back to chest, he pulls you in close, the arms now secured around your middle giving your shaky hands something to hold on to as he allows his head to come and rest atop your own.
“No bad thoughts here, pretty baby,” he tells you as he nuzzles into your hair, “not now, not ever…”
He allows his words to taper off into hum, taking up a vaguely familiar tune that you can’t quite place as he slowly rocks you from side to side. The gentle, repetitious motion pulls you out of your downward spiral and you soon find yourself melting into his embrace. As you sway in time to this unnamed melody the desperation that had fueled your grip is traded in for something softer, but just as urgent—a showing of a love that you could never hope to contain.
This is what he does to you, for you…
Asahi’s always been so gentle with you, patient and far kinder than you often felt you deserved. When he’d finally come back home and found the shell of a person you’d become he hadn’t hesitated to help you piece yourself back together. What’s more he loved you through it all—first as a friend, and later as so much more.
It’s like magic, you think, the way he never fails to find beauty in all things, not least of all you.
You’re so lovely // I can’t help but fall for you, love When you love me It’s so lovely loving you // So lovely loving you
“You know, I think my loving you was inevitable.”
You can feel Asahi shift underneath you, no doubt in search of comfort that the thin blanket won’t provide. You had proposed packing things in once your impromptu picnic date had wound down, but he had been adamant about watching the sunset together–
“How long has it been since you’ve seen one? I mean really sat down and took it all in, watched as the light fades out and the blue gives way to a peachy ombré before darkening into the dusk of twilight?”
It had been easy to indulge him when he was looking at you with those eyes—their dusky depths swirling with a wonderment that was just as at home amongst the contours of his handsome face as it had been when he was just a round-cheeked kid—not that you’ve ever been good at denying him much of anything.
In the now his fingers dance along the length of your spine as he lets out an inquisitive hum. Taking the sound for the invitation that it is you continue on.
“Yeah, I mean… I dunno, you’re just”—everything that’s wonderful and beautiful and right in this universe, in my world—“so easy to fall for. Honestly it’d be weird if I didn’t love you.”
That last bit leaves you both giggling, but his reply (“The same can be said about you, love.”) sees you burrowing more deeply into his chest as you try to hide your flustered state.
Your man’s hands falter in their movements before falling still completely as he gathers his thoughts. “I don’t know if I believe in fate or not, or if soulmates are an actual thing, or if there really is a collection of cosmic beings out there that helps to govern our existence, but… I’m forever grateful for whatever force it was that put you in my life and gave me the chance to love and be loved by you.”
Asahi’s always been a very sincere person, heart-achingly so, and it’s one of the things you admire most about him. Even with how tender his own heart is he never hesitates to share it with those he holds dear, though none have ever had the honor of being so close to it, or him, as you. It’s always been this way between you, even before he was yours in full; there was little he wouldn’t share with you, and once you’d both made your feelings known those final barriers were cast away without so much as a second thought.
That he trusts you with something so precious—fully believing that you will treat him with all due love, care, and respect—is as humbling as it is heartening.
You can feel your chest tightening with a bevy of emotions that quickly crowd the limited space, tumbling over one another and pressing outwards to fill the whole of your being. They settle behind your eyes, warming them with unshed tears; they flow down into the hands that curl against him with a near frantic need; they push past the lips that part around a three word declaration before cuddling against the warmth of his waiting pair.
In the face of this outpouring of love the sun’s setting becomes little more than an afterthought…
So slowly a sunlit dream pulls me out of sleep Feel the morning through the blinds I turn my head to meet your sunkissed face In this quiet place I can give you all my time
The sun wakes you with is rising just as it had the day prior. Unlike yesterday, however, there’s a warm body beside you.
When you turn to face him you’re pleasantly surprised to find Asahi already awake, though given the slow drag of his smile you know it’s a recent development. He’s all syrupy eyes and sun-tarnished skin and sleep-mussed hair… The early hour never fails to soften him, transforming his usually devastatingly handsome features into something more boyish, a callback to the soft-spoken teen you’d fallen for all those years ago.
His arms tighten around you as he greets you with a voice raspy with disuse, and the added bass leaves you shivering in his grasp; your reply comes in the form of a reciprocating squeeze paired with a lingering kiss pressed to his exposed collarbone. You burrow deeper into the covers then, into him, tucking your head in against his chest in search of that metronomic beat that you love so well. The pair of you stay like this for a long while, finding your comfort in simply holding one another and being held in turn. Eventually the day will demand its due, but in the here and now, silhouetted by the sky’s hazy glow and swaddled in blankets and love, you’re content to take your time in every sense of the phrase–
Because as far as you’re concerned the day can never really end, not when you’ve got the sun wrapped up in your arms like this…
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