his birthday party is a blur, a hazed memory clouded with milky - coloured smoke. it is a mystery on how he got to bed, but upon waking, he realizes he's not alone. skin to skin, body pressed against body, alune lays beside him, curled up to his side; face nuzzled into his chest and leg draped across his thigh — deep in her slumber, as peeaceful as one can be.
she's there despite countless drinks, hundreds of pounds of weed; patient to wait for weeks at time until yasuo responds to her messages and the first one to offer her company whenever he feels down. nothing seems to scare her off — and most importantly — she has no desire to leave.
hs!alune to tdmg!yasuo. @seeksmoon
A surprise party ⸺ of all things, is what Yasuo came home to. Surrounded by all his closest friends, all brought together for him, courtesy of Alune. She would never know just how much it meant to him, despite his uncomfortable disposition that was slowly peeled away by alcohol and weed as the hours went on.
He's much more resilient to the many substances put in their bodies than Alune, remembering more of the previous night, but still as sluggish and resistent to waking from slumber after nights like these. They are anything but graceful, but they are at peace.
Yasuo shifts slightly, waking with the split rays that pour from the window — he realizes that the warmth of the sun isnt the only warmth he feels along his skin. He sees her then — nestled close and at peace, and he doesn't dare disturb her. He wants to stay like this for as long as he can manage it, and so he closes his eyes once more, gently bringing her just a bit closer to him.
He doesn't realize there is an additional warmth — the one in his heart.
