Nagakura Shinpachi x Yukimura Chizuru


Putting her head against his torso, she looked at him, sleeping peacefully as she could feel his soft breathing against her pale skin. His body inhaled and exhaled air, leaving his rib cage moving with the rhythm of his breathing; a rhythm that she described as bewitching and wonderful. Bewitching because his breathing was unique; the smell of his body was unique; he was unique. Why wonderful then? Because this little breathing existed. This was the only reason she found; this banal breath that we usually ignored; this simple breath which we forgot the importance. It was here, next to the ears of the young woman who was enjoying this melodious sound. She wasn't dreaming. She could still be in his arms to appreciate his warm. It was like a reminder. He was alive; really alive; and with her.

It seemed he slept peacefully, his closed eyes showing no particular sign, on the opposite of his lips which offered a simple smile to the world; a contagious smile which encouraged the young woman to do the same. She didn't want to think about what she had lost; she didn't want to remember everything she had abandoned behind her. She just wanted the presence of this man who made her complete and happy. He had so much effect on her that she was happy of the simple fact that she could sleep next to him. She raised her chest, already regretting the presence of the young man next to her. The black-haired woman had planned to get up; her body seemed to have decided otherwise. She already missed this man; it was like the sky had decreed that she had to stay next to him for the day.

She fixed him for an indefinite time, analysing every single details of his face. Details that she already knew by heart but it never bored her yet. At this exact moment, her only wish was that he could open his beautiful eyes so she could contemplate them too. She didn't want to disturb her husband on his sleep but she couldn't help stroking the smooth face of this man with her hand. To her surprise, he woke up some seconds later, letting the pupils of his eyes slowly accustoming with the sunlight and his eyelids completely opening after some tries. The gaze of the young woman softened when she met the look of the man she just woke up as she slowly withdrew her hand from his cheek.

"Did I wake you up?" She asked, not being really sorry.

He didn't have the time to answer that she was already lying on him, gently putting her lips against his. This simple kiss was able to give butterflies to her stomach while she was appreciating her husband surprise: this bold action didn't look like her at all. When she withdrew, she saw the exact facial expression that she imagined in her mind. Opened eyes, lips ajar and a gaze lost on hers.

"Nagakura Shinpachi. This day is like another day but I still can't think of separating myself from you. I hope you'll bear my selfishness for today." She declared, smiling at him.

The surprise didn't last long and was shorter that she had though. He was already smiling back, putting his big hands on her back and her head, bringing her face closer to his and their forehead touching.

"Nagakura Chizuru. Is it me or you're being more and more beautiful as the time fly?"

She couldn't help laughing a little, bringing her lips closer to his again, letting herself being soothed by the sensation this contact could create. In the end, he was the one who allowed her to never regret her choices. He loved her; she loved him back and this simple love made them drunk of joy.


Hi there ! I hope you liked this little drabble ! This is the english version of the drabble I wrote in French and I did it myself so please do not hesitate, correct my grammar's error if they exist !

It is directly inspired by a fanart I found in tumblr.