Another sleepless night. Mika rolled out of bed, and switched her lamp on. Reaching for the pack of cigarettes that were situated on her bedside table, she picked one out, as well as her lighter, and went to the window. Opening it, she sat on the windowsill, as she lit the cigarette and took a long, deep huff from it.
Exhailing, she ran her hand through her long, brown hair. Tohma was probably at work right now, slaving away, and stressing himself out like he always did. It made her sad, that she hardly ever got to see him. She knew what she was getting into, however, when she married him. Yet a part of her wished that he would come home more often, even if it was just to sleep.
Mika stared out into the dark night. The streets below were lit up, but the sky was quiet, and painted with tiny stars. Mika sighed as she put out her cigarette. Standing up, she made her way back to the bed, and sat down on the other side; his side. She sat there for a moment, before shifting to lay down, her head resting on his pillow.
It still smelled like him; a mix of shampoo and cologne. The smell she loved so dearly. Mika closed her eyes, taking in the scent of her husband. It was soothing to her, and soon, she fell asleep.
It was then that Tohma decided to come home, to get a change of clothes, and freshen up. He unlocked the door, and set his keys down on the small table beside the door. He slid off his shoes, and slipped into his slippers, trudging to the bedroom.
Tohma opened the door quietly, not wanting to disturb Mika. Realizing the light was on, he blinked for a moment. "Mikasan...?" He whispered, taking a few more steps so he could have a better view of the bed.
He frowned at what he saw. It wasn't the first time he had caught Mika sleeping on his side of the bed. There had been a few other occasions, just like this, where he had come home, and there she was, sound asleep on his side.
What would it hurt to stay the night in his own bed? He wondered. He could leave in the morning, and no one would know. Tohma stretched, grabbed a pair of pajamas, and made his way to the bathroom to shower. He reappeared twenty minutes later, and slid over to the bed.
Very carefully, he shifted Mika, gently nudging her over so he'd have room to lay down. Making himself comfortable, he couldn't help but smile when two arms instinctively wrapped around whatever was making warmth, as if a child had found it's teddy bear at last.
Tohma kissed Mika's forehead, and closed his own eyes. He didn't care that the light was still on. He'd have to be up in a few hours, anyway. It was nights like these, that he enjoyed the most. The simple closeness of his wife. Even if she never knew he was there.