The way that Makoto holds Haru when they are asleep is almost indescribable. No matter what circumstances they were in, it was always the same.
Arms resting just above Haru's waist, with large hands gripping the smaller boy's shirt in a childlike way, legs comfortably entangled in each other. Makoto's larger ones always on the bottom then Haru's on top so that he wouldn't lose blood flow with the others weight. It was a well thought out arrangement, and it was always the same.
But why?
It wasn't a boring repetition. After all both of them loved their nights together, whether it would be in a tent camping, just spending nights at one another's house, or even after those long nights where they showed each other just how much they loved each other. Each night was the same, but it was nice. It was something that was consistent, and it brought comfort to both boys. Almost like an old tattered shirt that's ugly as hell, but you still look forward to wearing it when you get home.
Just what was this feeling?
The feeling of familiar warmth as you inhale the scent that brings back the memories that made you who you are today. The feeling of acceptance because they welcome you with open arms no matter what. The feeling of happiness because you know this will always be the same. The feeling of longing when you weren't with them. The feeling of trust because they will shelter you no matter what. The feeling of satisfaction because you know you don't need anyone else but them. The feeling of love, because no matter where you go, as long as your with them, it won't matter.
Of course, that's the feeling. If it's not a place, it is a person.
The feeling was home.
A/N: Well hello there.
I just wanna say i miss my kouhai so much *cries*.
I hope she is okay.
Well here's a little story I made in like thirty minutes, so it might not be that good, but I just wanted to upload something cause I didn't wanna leave people hanging. I am working on a big one so that's why I haven't been uploading, but I hope you enjoy.