#whitewasped

[ratboyy]

whitewasped.

     Nezumi was never one to go to other people for support, in public or otherwise. But this...this was a special occasion. He and Shion had only gone out to get groceries, and Nezumi had not expected anything bad to happen on such a trip. But as a crowd began to loom before them, gathered together for some event or another, Nezumi could not help but lose his breath. His stomach twisted in knots

     When it became apparent that there was no way to get around this crowd without going through it, Nezumi bit his lip. Did he dare say something to Shion? No, it made him seem too weak. Instead, as they walked, Nezumi got closer to his boyfriend’s side, and, without a word, snatched his hand, gripping it hard.

[ratboyy]

whitewasped.

     Nezumi wrapped a bandage around the last exposed part of Shion’s scratched-up arms. “Alright,” he said quietly, sticking on a piece of medical tape to secure his work, “I’m done...” He lifted his head, to try and meet his boyfriend’s gaze. “How are you feeling...?”

[ratboyy]

whitewasped​.

     Nezumi had only gotten up to make Shion breakfast. In truth, he had wanted to stay in bed, as he was more than exhausted from all his travels, but instead, he just had to get up and make breakfast. What a genius, am I right? 

     Once he had finished making breakfast, he accidentally put his head down for a moment, and with all the food sitting out and quickly getting cold, he’d fallen asleep. And he’s remained that way, having neglected to wake Shion beforehand, for hours. Two, to be exact. Somebody needs to wake him up. 

[ratboyy]

whitewasped.

     It’s raining. It’s cold, and Nezumi is shivering, soaked through to the bone. Why did it have to rain tonight, of all nights? he wonders, hugging himself as he walks. As the building he’s looking for comes into view, the corners of his lips tug up, but he does not endulge that very much. Smiling’s never been his thing.

     As he approaches, he frowns. A window is open. Shion’s going to get himself robbed, he thinks, and then he snickers to himself. He gets a grip onto the wall of the building, and climbs up to the window. He peeps over the edge, and finds that the lights are all off. It’s midnight, after all, and he realizes that Shion must be sleeping. “Damn...” he mutters, hooking a leg over the ledge and climbing down into the room. He glances about him, and his eyes rest upon a bed, which he realizes must be where Shion is. 

     Nezumi makes his way quietly across the room, crunching the distance between him and the bed in only a few steps. And there, hidden slightly in the sheets, he spots a head of fluffy white hair. “Good evening, Your Majesty,” he whispers, smiling way too much for his taste, and he sits down on the floor beside the bed, leaning his head against the mattress. He’d climb into bed with him, but he would really like for Shion not to wake up. So, he instead curls up on the floor beside the bed, and goes to sleep.