Thunder shook the house to it's foundation, making those inside tremble with fear, well some of those in the house, anyway.
Another rubling crack resounded, and inside the house, a soft squeak escaped a cover clad huddled in a large bed.
Shinichirou was in the kitchen, looking for his lover. Normally, Nanami was in the kitchen preparing dinner.
Deciding to go look in the other rooms, he went up to their bedroom, only to be shocked by what he found.
The chocolate haired man was huddled in the middle of their bed, softly shaking and crying silently.
"Nanami." The dark haired man crawled forward, wrapping his arms around the shaking figure.
"Sh-Shinichirou. I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." Delicate hands balled in the other's shirt, burying his face into the other t-shirt.
"it's not your fault." He murmured consolingly, though he wasn't even sure what had the nurse so freaked.
"But it is! Everything is my fault!" Shinichirou pushed the smaller away enough to look in vivid blue eyes.
"Nothing is your fault." A kiss to the forehead. "Never think that."
Aizawa may have done alot in ways of 'pruning' Nanami to be perfect, but this was a instant where Shinichirou couldn't ( and wouldn't) let that affect them.
First Sukisho fanfic. Please review so I know what you think!