A/N: I got a kick of Tsusoka feels so I wrote this quick thing while I was working the grave shift at my job.
Dark of the Night (ONESHOT)
An overwhelming sense of panic passed through Hisoka's mind. Jerking him out out of his dream-less state, he sat up on his bed. Rubbing the sleepies from his eyes, he stretched up his arms over his head for a brief moment. He reached out his hand in the dark and turned on the lamp beside the bed. Then, he stared down at his bed guest. He watched Tsuzuki tossing and turning, his normally cheerful face, twisted in anguish.
Hisoka put up a simple mental block before he got even eyeful of Tsuzuki's nightmare. He could almost guess the nightmare without having to take a look inside of Tsuzuki's mind. It seemed Tsuzuki still had not released all of his demons after so many decades.
Making double sure his barriers were set, he grasped Tsuzuki's hand. It took him decades to even touch someone on his own volition before their thoughts hit him in the face. Although, it was only his friends that he got physical with, not strangers. He still had not perfected his own technique but Tsuzuki needed some silent comfort to dull his dreams into nothing.
Tsuzuki always went out of his way for his comfort when he had his own nightmares. The visible scars disappeared long ago but the memories remained in the back of his mind. A glimpse at a white trench coat or silver eyes brought up his anxiety.
He rarely encountered these triggers, so lead his pseudo peaceful existence working with Tsuzuki. This was something a lot of people in he Judgement Bureau never expected to last long. Their personalities shouldn't have meshed and Tsuzuki's partner record put a damper on their success rate. He had a nagging suspicion that their friends were trying to hide an 'anniversary' party over their many decades of partnership or their new formed romantic relationship.
Although, Tsuzuki might attempt a lack luster dessert for the occasion. His cooking had improved after decades of practice, well, paid lessons from Tatsumi on Hisoka's insistence. It showed through the taste, not just the beautiful presentation anymore. In the long run, their grocery bill was cut in half, much to Hisoka's relief. He hated having to buy more food to replace Tsuzuki's cooking.
He sent positive thoughts through his mind. A little bit at the time, he didn't want to break his mind blocks. Slowly but surely, Tsuzuki calmed down and his face relaxed. Hisoka let out a deep sigh. At least Tsuzuki forgot what he dreamed about if something good transitioned into it.
Hisoka laid back down onto the bed, he searched for any more signs of regressing back into the bad dream. There was no indicators, Tsuzuki was still half-asleep. His hand still held Hisoka's in a good grip. Hisoka's cheek warmed up, he loved such a simple touch. Many discarded hand hold as nothing special but he considered it a loving gesture. Having gotten no affection from his own blood family, he had to slowly open up to his new family in the Judgment Bureau. They understood him more than his own family ever did.
It took Saya and Yuma a decade to realize they could get a chance to even embrace him if they took it one step at a time. He hated surprise physical contact, to get a hug out of him meant that he trusted that person enough. His friends usually wait on his word to let them hold him or gave him a warning before even touching his shoulder. This was something he really appreciated.
Scooting closer to Tsuzuki, he gently placed his lips on his cheek. The brief contact brought a smile to Tsuzuki's face.
Hisoka shuffled back to his original spot, he took his hand out of Tsuzuki's grip. He made sure he wasn't too rough when he moved his hand.
At least only one of them would have a bad case of the Mondays.
The end.