Meeting Monsta X by Chance :
fan edition !! // Jooheon — ( part 3/3 ).
once a fangirl, always a fangirl, even if he’s already your boyfriend. you really need to thank your best friend, because losing her phone at a concert led to you not only meeting your bias, but finding the love of your life. that being said, when your honey picks on you, you hold your own, even if it means using his band members against him. listen, all is fair in love and monsta x.
( part one // part two )
More : wonho ( 1, 2, 3 ) // tbd.
I’m not sure if i’m going to make more so how about you tell
me if ya’ll like them and maybe i’ll make the rest of the boys !!
- Admin Chris
Choo choo here comes the fluff fic train! I’ll get this up on Ao3 as well if I manage to remember to.
Aizawa isn’t exactly sure what brings him to Hizashi’s studio room. He’s home alone currently, and even when is fiancé is home, he doesn’t really have the urge to come here usually. But apparently something’s different today.
He opens the door slowly, careful to not damage the soundproofing and sounding boards on it, and walks in. The floor is covered in a plush carpet and on the walls hang various instruments.
A saxophone Hizashi had found at a second-hand music store, a flute that a former student had given him as a gift. An electric violin from a garage sale, and a regular wooden one as well. An old trumpet, given as a thank you gift from someone he’d saved in the past. A drum kit that Maijima had been happy to fix up as a favor. And then, there’s his guitar collection.
An entire wall of the main studio is reserved for guitars. Regular six string and twelve string. Two regular acoustics and an electric acoustic. Various designs of electric ones, basically everything you’d expect to see in the hands of a famous rocker. There are a few bass guitars, one with four strings and another with six. There’s even a double necked guitar.
Aizawa walks over to that wall, running his hand along the smooth guitar bodies with a sense of reverence. He'd love to be able to play them honestly. He just never had the time or the money to get lessons in the past. But now... he may just be able to. If Hizashi is willing to teach him and has the time to, which depends on both of their work schedules. Maybe during the summer...?
He sighs, letting his hand fall back to his side. No use considering this now. His love is away on a personal trip, and this is nowhere near important enough to warrant a call. Plus, he doesn't want to intrude.
He continues to stand there for a few minutes, trying to figure out what possessed him to come up here in the first place.
Finding no real conclusion, he meanders over to the sound equipment set up against the wall. He lightly runs a hand along the side of the sound board, marveling at all of the different switches and dials. How anyone can understand it all is beyond him. The computer set up nearby though, is slightly more understandable.
He sits in front of it, gently moving the mouse to wake the machine up. He browses through the files, the different album covers, audio recordings, just general random stuff. He scrolls the song tracks aimlessly, pausing at one of them.
For Shouta <3 Aizawa lets out an amused sound at the title. All in all, Hizashi can be quite the sap. He clicks on the sound file, and it starts to play quietly over the speakers. He listens for a few seconds before starting slightly and turning up the volume. It’s his favorite song. And a few seconds later, the lyrics come in. Except it’s Hizashi’s voice, not the original singer.
Aizawa lets out a sigh of contentment, leaning back in the chair. Listening to his love sing is always comforting. Especially so now, with him out of the house for an extended period of time.
He sits and listens for a while, only noticing something strange in the melody at the end of the song. One of the harmony parts is missing. He leans forward, cupping his chin in his hand.
Now why would that be? Why would parts of the track be missing? He puzzles over it for a minute or two before realizing. It’s the strings. It’s missing the violin. He looks over at the wall where the two violins reside. Wait. Hizashi doesn’t know how to play the violin. So why would he buy them then…? It hits him suddenly. He got them so I could play. Aizawa stands, going over and running his hand over the wooden violin’s body. So we could play together…
He takes the violin off the wall, grabbing the bow as well. He quickly tightens the bow, then brings the violin up and quickly tunes it. It sounds a bit dull, like it could probably use some new strings. The bow also needs rosin, but it’ll do.
He returns to the computer, turning up the volume and hitting play on the track. The previously puzzling seconds of silence before it starts makes sense now as Aizawa counts for the first beat.
He begins playing in relative harmony with the music, slipping up repeatedly as the tempo catches him off guard or his finger slips on the string. He keeps trying though, repeating the track over and over until he can play to it smoothly.
Once that’s accomplished, he restarts the track one last time, playing in harmony with it until the vocals come in. He then begins to sing as he plays, voice a bit off key from not being warmed up and general lack of vocal training, but harmonizing well enough.
He doesn’t react when Hizashi’s voice gets louder, too focused on playing correctly and keeping harmony. Once the song ends, he lets the violin come to a rest at his side, letting out a deep sigh. There’s a sort of sad contentment in his chest. Hizashi isn’t home, but he doesn’t feel that far away anymore. Not so distant. Aizawa sighs again slightly, going over and placing the violin back on the wall.
“So you figured it out huh?” Aizawa starts, jumping in shock and turning around all in one movement. In the doorway to the studio stands his fiancé, as handsome as ever, if slightly unkempt looking. “I was going to ask you about that when I got home. Seems I was a bit too late eh?” Yamada’s voice is filled with happiness and slight teasing, and he slowly walks into the room and pulls Aizawa into a soft embrace.
“Hizashi? I thought you weren’t supposed to be back for another day.” He chuckles tiredly.
“Well, plans change. I wasn’t feeling the whole ‘not being home’ thing anymore.”
“Well,” Aizawa leans forward a bit, planting a soft kiss on his love’s nose. “I’m certainly glad to have you home.“ He hums for a second, biting his lip before grinning slyly. “Maybe we should celebrate the occasion with music?” Hizashi laughs, shaking his head slightly in amusement.
“Sounds like a wonderful idea.” The two of them head over to the computer, select a song and simply enjoy. Singing quietly together as they bask in each other’s presence.
Meeting Monsta X by Chance :
fan edition !! // Wonho — ( part 2/3 )
after a brief but nice conversation with someone who had the wrong number, he claims to be wonho. to prove that he’s not just some jerk trying to play a joke on you, wonho decides to facetime you without warning. you subsequently lose your cool, but somehow, he found it charming. you two continue talking ( and flirting ). once you come down a bit, you get back into the rhythm and start picking on wonho, but the dork can’t keep up. this seems like it could be the start of something beautiful.
( part one // part three )
More : Jooheon ( 1, 2, 3 ) // tbd.
I’m not sure if i’m going to make more so how about you tell
me if ya’ll like them and maybe i’ll make the rest of the boys !!
- Admin Chris
Meeting Monsta X by Chance :
fan edition !! // Jooheon — ( part 1/3 ).
your best friend had a tendency to lose things, but you didn’t think she would lose her phone at the concert. you two hope maybe it’s just lost in the bottom of her purse, or somewhere in the car, but as time goes on you two just give up; she’s gonna buy a new phone. that is until you get a text and you think she’s finally found it, thank god !! that is until someone else texts you from her phone claiming to be jooheon. you think it’s just her pulling your leg but soon realize it’s something else all together. you plan to meet up with ‘jooheon’ but chicken out. you feel a little guilty, but there were too many questions up in the air to go. surprisingly, he understands, and he comes up with a solution that will make you feel better.
( part two // part three )
More : wonho ( 1, 2, 3 ) // tbd.
I’m not sure if i’m going to make more so how about you tell
me if ya’ll like them and maybe i’ll make the rest of the boys !!
- Admin Chris
Meeting Monsta X by Chance :
fan edition !! // Jooheon — ( part 2/3 ).
someone had been texting you from your best friend’s phone claiming to be jooheon. after you didn’t show up to meet him and grab your friend’s phone as the two of you had planned, he facetimes you so that you can stop worrying. you never expected it to be him, and after your reaction, your surprised someone as amazing as him still wants to talk to you. turns out, he thinks you’re pretty amazing too.
( part one // part three )
More : wonho ( 1, 2, 3 ) // tbd.
I’m not sure if i’m going to make more so how about you tell
me if ya’ll like them and maybe i’ll make the rest of the boys !!
- Admin Chris
*Nyooms in* Hey so who wanted more musical Aizawa and Mic? Well, I don’t care if you wanted more or not, because here’s more :3
This is probably the hardest thing they’ve ever done together. Yamada hasn’t felt nervous like this since the day he’d asked Aizawa to go out on a date with him. Compared to this though? That’s easy. Cake. Simple and painless. But this? Nope. Impossible. Can’t do it. Nuh uh, sorry. Not happening.
He’s slightly shaking from the nerves. He feels like he could run a marathon but is also seconds away from passing out at the same time. C’mon. Calm down. It’ll be okay. It’s not like all the parents in the audience and all of the other students will be staring at you. This attempt at comfort doesn’t help settle his nerves at all, instead managing to make them about seven times worse. No that’s exactly it and I don’t want to do this. I don’t think i can do this. I just want to go home.
He sits down on the floor, laying his head between his knees. How the hell am I supposed to do this. I can’t. There’s a light tap on his shoulder, and Yamada looks up, eyes slightly teary from the stress of it all and meets Aizawa’s gaze.
“You’ll be fine Hizashi. Stop worrying.” Yamada laughs weakly, rubbing his eyes and taking Aizawa’s offered hand. “It’s only a stupid concert. Nobody really cares about it. All of the parents will love it no matter what. Plus, we’ll probably never see half these people again. So stop worrying.” Shouta places a hand on his shoulder, shaking it ever so slightly, expression earnest. “You’ll be fine. I’ll keep an eye on you, alright?”
Yamada nods, sniffing slightly before offering a weak smile. Right. He’ll be okay. Aizawa nods in return, leaning forward and placing a light kiss on his cheek a few seconds later.
“For luck.” He whispers before heading over to rejoin the rest of the orchestra. Yamada laughs weakly, feeling a light blush rising on his face. Even though they’ve been dating for a little while, he always gets a bit flustered when Aizawa kisses him.
Pull it together. He lightly slaps his cheeks, willing the blush to disappear. It’s almost time to utterly embarrass yourself in front of the entire school and their parents.
A minute later the concert director introduces them, and Yamada shuffles out onto the risers with the rest of the chorus. He’s in the front, since he’s been stuck with singing the solo. Technically it was optional, but well, the way the director had worded it said that it really wasn’t.
He tugs on his shirt collar slightly, tie feeling too tight. He shifts with anticipation as the usual opening spiel is gone over and the chorus director gives them the usual measure’s worth of beats countdown. I’m gonna die. He starts singing right along with everyone else, trying to keep his voice from wavering.
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The first two songs go off without a problem. Everyone is in pretty good harmony as well as in time. Song three is when things are going to go badly. It’s where he has to do his solo. As the time rapidly approaches, Yamada can feel his nerves coming back full force, and when he comes to stand at the microphone next to the piano, he feels like he’s going to fall over.
The conductor gives him a two measure warning, and he swallows hard. Do or die time.
His voice wavers a bit as he starts out, which only makes his neves worse. He’s quickly descending into blind panic. His voice evens out, but starts rising in volume. His vision blurs a bit as tears of panic and fear well up. He still isn’t the best at keeping his quirk from activating when he’s afraid, and the familiar pressure is building in his chest. I’m going to ruin this. Horribly. I should just stop.
He’s just about to stop, when the feeling vanishes and a familiar slight tingling sensation falls over him. He trails off in shock (though luckily he’d just come upon a rest in his part. Yamada glances up and over at the stage, heart leaping slightly as he realizes that Aizawa is staring directly at him.
‘Said I’d keep an eye on you’ He mouths. Yamada’s heart flutters as it completely hits him. He’s erasing my quirk. So I can keep going without worrying. Warmth washes over him, knowing that Shouta has his back is comforting to an almost overwhelming degree.
When the pause ends he sings with everything he’s got, not fearful of having to hold himself back. When the song finally ends Yamada receives a standing ovation from the crowd (some of the most prominent cheers coming from both his and Aizawa’s families). He takes a small bow and returns to his spot on the riser. Glancing up at the stage, he shoots Aizawa a grateful smile and receives a small nod in return.
The rest of the chorus’ performance goes off without a single problem. They end the performance with a bow and move to the reserved audience seats so they can watch the orchestra's performance.
Yamada fidgets a bit. He hasn’t really seen or heard Shouta play properly. Sure there’s practice, but that’s not really the real deal. Not the playing that has received glowing praise from everyone who’s heard it.
The lights dim, leaving only the stage lit up. The conductor takes their place in front of the orchestra, giving a measure lead-up before everyone begins to play.
The music is quite frankly amazing to Yamada, he hasn’t the slightest clue how anyone can get those amazing sounds out of an instrument with something as awkward looking as a bow. From what Shouta had explained, it’s made of horsehair (from the tail) and stretched until just tight. The sticky block that he’d been running up and down the bow is rosin (a kind of tree sap he’d said) and that just enough nets you the perfect sound. Too much, and there’s too much friction, too little and not enough friction is generated. It’s something of a balancing act.
It’s amazing and almost mesmerizing, watching all the sections play in harmony together.
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A few songs go by, and then it’s time for the most important of the night. It’s the longest, most complicated and the one that has Shouta’s solo in it. And Yamada is wiggling (slightly) with excitement.
The song starts slowly, the lower and louder instruments slowly building an a crescendo that cuts off almost jarringly. There’s a pause and then the sound of a single violin fills the void. It’s slow, careful and… off. There’s definitely something off. It’s missing the spirit that Shouta’s practicing usually has. The passion he reserves for only what he loves most in life.
Yamada looks up, concerned, and sucks in a sharp breath. Aizawa looks totally out of it. His face betrays no emotion, though is slightly paler than usual. THe really concerning thing though is his gaze. It’s mostly blank, slightly above his music stand and trained on the audience. He must be a hell of a lot more nervous than he was letting on! And probably has a headache from helping me…
In that moment, he makes a snap decision. Carefully, as to not disturb anyone around him, Yamada signs
“Look at me”
He lets out an internal sigh of relief as Aizawa’s gaze lights up slightly, and turns to him while not missing a beat.
“Take a breath, and just watch me. Forget everyone else.” Aizawa inclines his head ever so slightly.
“Just imagine you’re playing for me at home.” He inclines his head slightly again, eyes closing slightly. With that, the sound transforms. The violin is veritably weeping notes, the sound coming from it washing over him like a soft wave.
Even when the song ends, and the applause has begun, Yamada can only mechanically clap with everyone. He’s star-struck by how amazing Aizawa’s playing is.
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The rest of the concert passes in a daze, and as soon as everyone can rejoin each other, he runs to Aizawa.
“Your playing was amazing! I think you might have had some of the audience members in tears!” He just huffs quietly, snapping the violin case shut.
“I wasn’t that good. I didn’t have everyone as hypnotized like you did while you were singing, that’s for sure.” Yamada’s heart flutters at that, and he reaches out hesitantly to take Aizawa’s hand. They meet gazes as their fingers link.
“How about we agree that we’ve both heard something amazing tonight. No specifics, just enjoyment.” Aizawa nods, blushing ever so slightly.
“Sounds fine to me. Now come on. Our families must be going nuts out there. Waiting for us.” So, the two walk from the backstage area, hand in hand, and convinced that the other is the greatest musician alive.
Sooooo~ It’s finally here! The fluffy sequel to this pile of angst! It’s all fluffy (with a tiny little bit of angst in the beginning, just a tiny bit though. I swear.)
Posted on Ao3 of you’d rather read there: x
Bonus points to whoever can name the movie referenced in here c:
I hope you enjoy~
Aizawa’s ears are ringing.
Still ringing with screams. When will they stop?!
It just keeps getting louder. So much louder.
Stop please… I can’t…
“-ta! -o my voice!”
There’s weight on his shoulders. So much.
“-ta please! Wake up!”
He can’t. He can’t do it.
He…
“Please! Please wake up! You’re scaring me!”
Aizawa gasps like a drowning man returning to the air, his eyes snapping open. The dim light cuts into them like knives, and his vision blurs. All he can see is a blob circled in gold. He snaps up into a sitting position, slamming into the person who was leaning over him.
In that instant, he realizes several things, first being that his ears are no longer ringing. Second, his throat hurts like the devil, and his eyes are burning more than usual. And third, the person he slammed into is quietly cursing.
“You could have warned me you were going to sit up,” comes a very familiar and relief filled voice. “I would have moved out of the way. Plus my glasses would have been saved a lot of grief.” As his vision clears, the person he hopes it is and can’t believe it is comes into better focus. Hizashi is sitting next to him in bed, a worried expression on his face which is made slightly funny by the horribly askew glasses.
“Hi-Hiza-shi?” Aizawa’s voice is harsh, his throat aching with every syllable.
“Yes dear?” Aizawa doesn’t hesitate, throwing himself at his beloved and hugging him tightly.
“T-houg-ht I los-t you.” His voice breaks painfully, now both from the raw throat and the sobs pulling at him. Yamada returns the hug just as tightly, while also starting to rub small circles on his crying love’s back.
“It’s all right. It’s okay Shouta. I’m here, you’re here, we’re both okay.”
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Yamada isn’t quite sure what makes him wake up. Well, not quite sure until he gets smacked by an elbow. He groans, pushing the covers back and sitting up. He turns the small nightstand light on, grabbing his glasses and turning.
“Shouta?” Yamada looks at his love worriedly as he twitches and whimpers in his sleep. “Shouta?” He whispers again, reaching out. “Are you alright?” His fingers barely brush Aizawa’s shoulder, before he starts screaming.
He jumps, so startled that he almost falls off the bed. The sound Aizawa is making is cross between screaming and sobbing. His body is tense and shaking slightly, and to Yamada’s shock, there are tears running down his face. Intense worry immediately bubbles in him, and he leans over his distressed love.
“Shouta? Shouta can you hear me?” He doesn’t get any response beyond more screaming. “Shouta?” His voice is rising in volume, panic joining the worry. “Shouta!” He grabs Aizawa’s shoulders, growing fearful as the cries start to crack. “Shouta! Listen to my voice!” He starts to tear up, overwhelmed by the situation. “Shouta please! Wake up! Please wake up! Please! You’re scaring me!”
Aizawa’s eyes snap open, and he gasps raggedly. Yamada starts, releasing his grip on his shoulders, but is unable to move away before his love snaps up, slamming into him. He curses quietly, fixing his glasses slightly, which had partly fallen off his face.
“You could have warned me you were going to sit up.” His voice is a little teasing, in an attempt to hide the slight shake it has. “I would have moved out of the way. Plus it would have saved my glasses a lot of grief.” He tilts his head slightly in confusion as Aizawa stares at him.
“Hi-Hiza-shi?” His voice is extremely rough, the screaming having made his vocal cords raw.
“Yes, dear?” Yamada mentally chastises himself for that response a second later. He was too flustered to think of anything else to say. That train of thought stops though, as Aizawa throws himself forward, wrapping him in a tight embrace.
“T-houg-ht I los-t you.” His voice keeps breaking, and is rougher than usual. He starts shaking, sobs overtaking him. Yamada returns the embrace, rubbing small circles into his love’s back.
“It’s all right. It’s okay Shouta. I’m here, you’re here, we’re both okay.”
He continues rubbing the small circles and whispering assurances until his love’s wracking sobs quiet to slightly shaky breaths.
“There you go. Just breathe. It’s all right. You’re all right. I’m all right.” Aizawa pulls back, sitting an arm's-length away, and stares. The his expression has become one of relief, and under that an intense love.
“I-‘m so g-lad…” his voice is still a scratchy mess, maybe even more so than before. His eyes are also extremely red, and even slightly puffy. Yamada turns after a second, grabbing the spare bottle of eyedrops that he keeps on his nightstand. He offers it to a grateful Aizawa, who takes and put several in each eye. “Cryin-g,” he says, “it mak-es them wor-se.” Yamada nods, taking and placing the bottle back after he’s done. He then places a hand on his love’s shoulder, rubbing it gently.
“Come on, let’s get you something to help soothe your throat. Maybe help put your mind at ease as well.” He moves, scooching off the bed and standing up. Aizawa follows suit a few seconds later, standing hunched slightly, obviously worn out from what happened in his nightmare and the subsequent crying. It makes Yamada’s heart ache. He’s seen his love in so much pain recently. Beaten nearly to death with his bones broken. When he woke up, feeling as if he’d failed to protect his students. So much burden on one man… He sighs internally, frustrated at his inability to do anything. I’ll do what I can I guess. He grabs one of the blankets off the bureau, unfolding it and gently wrapping it around Aizawa’s shoulders and placing a light kiss in his cheek.
“You go sit and relax sweetie. I’ll make some tea,” He hurries into the kitchen, taking out and filling the teapot before placing it on the stove. Now… what kind ? He rummages around in the cupboards, looking through the minimal selection of tea. We really need to stock up sometime soon. He eventually pulls out a mostly empty box of chamomile tea. It’s pretty old, but it’ll do.
Yamada hums quietly as he stands up, grabbing a mug from the cabinet, along with the jar of honey and a spoon. Just need to the water. He leans against the counter, lightly tapping the edge with his hands as he impatiently waits for the water to heat up. There’s some creaking from the living room, and a sigh as Aizawa slowly walks in and settles on the couch. That’s good. At least he can relax there. His tapping pattern increases in speed, along with his annoyance at the water. Come on. Heat up.
A few minutes later the tea pot lets out a sound similar to that of an organ. He grabs the pot, carefully pouring the steaming water into the mug. He lets the tea steep for a bit, grabbing the little bowl of sugar off the table in the meantime. He takes the tea bag out of the mug a minute later, pouring a small amount of sugar in and a mixing a spoonful of honey into the still gently steaming drink. He picks it up, careful to not spill any and makes his way into the livingroom.
Aizawa is on the couch, giving the wall and unfocused stare. The blanket is slipping off his shoulders, and his face is pale. He doesn’t seem to notice that he’s not alone anymore.
“Shouta. I brought you some tea.” Yamada speaks quietly, as to try and not startle his love too much. Aizawa still starts slightly, blinking rapidly before turning his head.
“Tha-nk you.” His voice cracks as he carefully takes the offered mug. He leans back against the cushions, taking a deep sip of the tea and letting out a tired but content sigh.
Yamada fidgets for a second unsure of what the best thing to do is. He eventually opts to sit down on the nearby chair and grabs the TV remote off the coffee table.
“Should I turn something on? There’s not much at this hour, but I could maybe find something not completely awful. Or there’s always the option of streaming a movie.” Aizawa mulls it over a second, bringing his mug down.
“Movie.” Yamada turns on the TV, pulling up the selection of movies available to watch.
“Is there anything you particularly want to watch?” Aizawa shakes his head. “Alright then.” After a few minutes of looking, Yamada randomly chooses a comedy movie. It’s about a disgraced submarine captain and his ragtag crew.
The two of them sit quietly for a bit, just watching. Aizawa finishes his tea, placing the mug down on the table with a soft clunk. He makes a quiet sound, before sliding over on the couch a bit, and glancing over.
“..sit with me?” Yamada stands up quickly, taking the spot on the couch next to Aizawa. He wraps an arm around his love’s shoulder, gently holding him as he lays against him. He hums quietly, leaning his head on top of Aizawa’s.
They sit like that for a while, just watching the movie. Aizawa curls up on the couch, burying himself in Yamada’s side. As the credits of the movie begin to roll, the silence between the two is broken.
“Shouta? Can you… can you tell me what your nightmare was about?” Aizawa instantly stiffens, and Yamada feels guilty. Good going, You’ve just reminded him of what had him screaming his throat raw. Silence descends on them for a little bit, save for soft singing of The Village People from the TV.
“I… I watched you die…” Aizawa’s voice is soft, barely a whisper. “You... died… right before my eyes… And there… there was nothing I could do…” His voice starts to get shaky, and he huddles deeper into the blanket, wrapping it tightly around him. “And what you… your last words… you told me to… to live without you… to find a way…” He shakes his head harshly, eyes squeezed shut. “But I couldn’t.... I-I can’t…” Yamada wraps both his arms around Aizawa, pulling him onto a tight embrace and placing a bunch of light kisses on his head.
“I won’t leave you. Not not now, not when we’re old and gray and done of this world, not when we’ve both passed on. I’ll do everything in my power to never leave your side.” Despite the reassurance, the other man is still at least a little tense and upset, so Yamada starts to hum.
It starts out tunelessly at first, then transforming into a familiar song, if slower than normal as he notices how much Aizawa is struggling to stay awake. He begins to rub his love’s back, while singing quietly;
When your legs don't work like they used to before
And I can't sweep you off of your feet.
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?
And, darling, I will be loving you 'til, we're 70
And, baby, my heart could still fall, as hard at 23
And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am
He gently shifts Aizawa, guiding him into a more comfortable position across his lap, and pulling the the blanket up so it covers him more..
So, honey, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
Aizawa’s breaths are deep and even. His expression is peaceful. Yamada smiles, gently running a hand against his love’s cheek.
Maybe we found love, right where we are.
He leans over, pressing a kiss on his love’s head.
“I love you Shouta. Sleep well my dear. And don’t fret, I won’t leave you for any reason”
