Revelation - Hiroki
Is it possible for home to be person and not a place?
No four walls could compare to the safety that is Nowak's arms. Hiroki would never admit it out loud, but the sense of home when being embraced by those arms, compares to no other.
Whether the embrace is from the front, where his head is buried in the raven haired mans chest, or from behind, and the younger's head is rested on his shoulder, he loved them all, from whatever angle. He felt safe in those arms. Often the case was that he would find himself wriggling away, before he registered what was happening. But Nowaki understood him, this was his initial reaction to contact of any kind, and soon he would mellow.
Hiroki was glad of this.
He was glad he was understood by the man standing before him, that even the smallest of things could be communicated without words. He was glad that every barrier and wall built was easily knocked down by this man, and he was left exposed to love. He was glad that this was the man he loved, and that he loved him back.
He thought he would never experience that sensation.
The one of love.
To love.
To be loved.
And to share that love, in any way, shape or form.
Nowaki completed him, and no one could compare to the man he thought he thought he wasn't worthy of. His home.