![]() ![]() I would like to share him with you.” Hikaru said quietly, looking cautiously at Akira through his fringe. “Love?” Akira prompted gently, rubbing his thumb over the back of Hikaru’s hand. stay.” Hikaru said, and Akira tightened his hold on Hikaru’s hand, nodding immediately. Hikaru kissed his damp fingertip before he dropped his hand. Hikaru smiled at him, a fresh tear slipping down his face, and Akira reached up to brush it away without thinking. ![]() Would you rather I go, or may I stay up with you?” he asked. He shook his head, and Akira nodded understanding, sad for his lover. Hikaru took a breath, then licked his lips. ![]() “Can you come back to bed now?” he asked softly. He believed that Hikaru would share, one day, when he was ready, and while Akira was curious, mostly for how deeply Sai had clearly affected Hikaru, he didn’t desperately need to know the story. He said nothing more, and Akira stroked his shoulder and squeezed his hand, not pushing. “I just.” Hikaru sat up slowly, catching Akira’s hand as it slid from his shoulder and clasping it firmly. “Are you.” he trailed off, because his lover had left their bed and cried himself to sleep in the floor, and woken to call for. “I woke and you weren’t there, and I was worried.” He bit his lip. “I’m sorry, love.” Akira said, before he realised he had the words. Hikaru moved, eyes opening, and then froze as he looked up at Akira. He tried to shape Hikaru’s name but his voice wouldn’t quite come. How many times had Hikaru cried over this goban, to leave such marks on it time and again? Why?Īkira hesitated, fingers twitching, but Hikaru was already beginning to stir beneath his hand.Īkira’s breath caught, eyes widening. age-spots from ill storage, or perhaps some form of water damage, it was clear that someone before Hikaru had clearly not appreciated it, he had never really considered it in detail before. There were layers of splotches across the wood, he saw now. Love.” he murmured, eyes roving over the goban and. He bit his lip and knelt, resting a hand on Hikaru’s shoulder. and now it was splotched with tears, Akira saw as he approached. It was nicer than most of their others, or had been once, before it had been rather ill-used. His frown grew when he found his lover asleep, lying awkwardly on the floor curled around his battered old goban. He shivered and slid out of bed, wrapping himself in his robe against the autumn chill and padding out into the main room of the apartment. He woke up a little more as he realised the other half of the bed was empty, and frowned. “Hikaru?” Akira shifted sleepily, feeling something not. ![]()
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