Quiet comforts <3
— in which SAKURA HARUKA goes to you for comfort and cuddles ^^
(SPOILERS FOR RECENT WINDBREAKER CHAPTERS AHEAD WATCH YOUR STEP YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)
(NOT PROOFREAD)
Ah, summer’s approaching. This includes warm breezes, blazing sunlight, and the harvesting from Umemiya’s garden on the school roof.
It’s supposed to highlight the brighter parts of life, no?
Gorgeous sunsets that bleed orange into the sky as students walk home from school.
Ice creams in hand, chattering about gossip and news and manga and everything else in between.
…And then there’s Haruka. Awfully quiet as he stomps out of Pothos Cafe (he had to eat something for dinner) with that scowl on his face that never left his face since they saw Suo’s “house”.
“Where the hell is he?!..” the boy mutters to himself, kicking stray pebbles on the ground as he walks past his apartment. He can’t afford to be alone right now.
He feels his eyes sting and hates feeling like this- so weak and fragile all over some dude lying about his address. Who would be stupid enough to do that anyways??
Sounds like Suo to lie about his house, though.
He punches a cardboard box in anger… then stopped after seeing that he had scared one of a stray cat’s nine lives out of its body.
Your house makes its way into view as he walked on, it being his sanctuary to life’s events.
Knock knock.
It takes a while for you to open the door- in your PJ’s and ready for bed when you catch a glimpse of a bead of sweat lingering on his cheek (he insists it is).
You don’t need to ask him, you knew about how much Haruka cared for his close friend.
You never judged, or laughed at his face. In fact, you were one of the first people he actually felt completely safe with.
That’s also why he found himself in your arms, silently sulking while resting his head on top of your shoulder.
Some random romcom playing in the background.
No empty words of comfort, just your presence.
Showing him that you were there.
You understood.
You care.
For him, of course.
And for tonight? That might just be enough for him to let his eyelids flutter shut, slipping into a sleep that consists of dreams with you by his side.
Forever and ever.
He’ll find that bastard tomorrow.
