There is no better feeling than the butterflies you get when cuddling in HARUCHIYO’S arms — fluff!
“Come here.” A smile appears on Haruchiyo’s face when he sees you enter your shared chamber, his arms wide open for you. He looked beautiful: bare chest snuggled in the silken bed covers, hair slightly messy, probably for his previous sleep, you can’t help it but find yourself yourself grinning at the sight created in front of you. Haruchiyo was perfect — a man you couldn’t get enough of. You loved him — loved him more than anything in this world.
Your legs move before your mind, longing for his closeness and with a few steps, you are there, laying in his arms. Your face is nuzzled in his chest, his heart pounding against your ear. His soft smell fills your nostrils, a mix of cinnamon and perfume. It feels so comfortable — like home. Each pound of his heart hides a story — a story of Haruchiyo’s love for you. It gives you butterflies.
And perhaps you looked stupid — smiling to yourself like a little child, as you found comfort in the arms of the pink haired, but you didn’t care. If getting to spend the rest of your life in Haruchiyo’s hold was the price for being called stupid, you would gladly accept it.
“Haru I love you.” You let out a whisper, giving him a sweet peck on his chest, there, where his heart is placed. And you wait. Wait and wait for an answer, because that’s what you are used to. Whenever you let your feelings out, Haruchiyo wouldn’t hesitate, wouldn’t try to think about it — he was clear, replying with the same words almost immediately. But the answer didn’t come.
“Haru?” You look up from his chest, your eyebrows forming into a line, when you meet his face. His eyes are focused on the plain wall in front of him, a faint expression on his face. Haruchiyo was drowning in his thoughts.
“Haru?” You repeat, voice now more clear, you place your hand on his cheek. And it’s as if your soft touch pulls him back from a dark sea. He glances at you and his pupils, once tense, now soften at your sight.
“Haru, I said I love you…” You mumble, caressing his cheek with the pad of your finger. “What are you thinking about?”
The words makes him sigh. A warm breath, filled with trouble. You recognize it, you indeed do. Because you knew Haruchiyo like the back of your hand. Something was bothering him.
Wrapping his arms around you, he lays back on the bed — you on top of him. His back is pushed against the headboard. You feel him place his chin on top of your head, leaving a long kiss in your hair. His lips then parts. “I was thinking…” he begins, a feeling of hesitation cutting him off. A silence then follows, Haruchiyo trying to gather his thoughts. You wait. Wait for what he has to say, wait because for your boyfriend, you were willing to wait months — years.
“I was thinking of how lucky I am to have you. Thinking of how beautiful you are for accepting me.” each word is filled with honesty, they are so fragile, you are on the verge of crying. “Angel—“ he calls out and you look up, your head — once placed on top of him now only a few inches from him. His lips form into a weak smile and you grab his face with both of your palms. “Angel, I love you.”
‘I love you.’ That’s what it takes for you to collide your lips with him, with your beloved — Haruchiyo Sanzu.
THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO @bxnten — let’s say this is an apology post, because I still feel very bad about yesterday and can’t stop thinking about it. *sighs* I love you.
