Hiroki got ready for bed, sliding on a thin cotton shirt and kicking off the thick sweatpants he had spent his day off lounging in. He had spent the day being unforgivably lazy, but he was still exhausted enough to fall into his bed with a loud whump. He curled under the blankets, trying to keep his mind blank so that he could just sleep, and he stared at the wall with heavy lidded eyes.
Nowaki hadn't contacted him at all since he had left to go to America. In fact, he hadn't even taken the time to tell him he was going at all. Hiroki tried not to think about that as he lay shivering in his bed, but thoughts about Nowaki spun through his brain willfully, skipping the same ideas around like stones that crashed his internal lake to pieces.
Hiroki pulled his blankets tighter and shivered, shaking his head to try and clear it of thoughts of Nowaki. The cold only made him miss Nowaki more and he found himself longing to have the troublesome brunette pressed against his back to warm him. It seemed that the more he tried not to think about Nowaki, the more he thought of reasons to miss the pesky man.
Perhaps the thing that troubled Hiroki most was not that Nowaki wasn't there to hold him, but the fact that he had lost his confidante. With Nowaki gone, Hiroki had no one to talk to about how much it hurt him that Nowaki was gone. He couldn't even bring himself to talk to Akihiko about it and Akihiko was his best friend.
Hiroki shivered and shook under his covers. What he missed even more than being able to confide in Nowaki was being able to say, 'I'm cold', to Nowaki. As he thought the words, Hiroki could almost hear and feel Nowaki's immediate response.
He could hear in the back of his mind the small chuckle Nowaki always gave him,"I've got it." He could almost feel Nowaki's warm arm draping over his stomach and feel his breath tickling the back of his neck as Nowaki pressed his nose into his hair. He could almost sense the comfort of having a warm stomach press against his back as Nowaki twined their legs together. The last part of Nowaki's response was always the most important, it was the moment where Nowaki took Hiroki's hand and twined it with his, pressing both against Hiroki's chest. That was all it took to warm Hiroki up from head to toe until morning.
The only problem was, Hiroki's imagination wasn't very good. He could almost feel all these things, all the warm pieces of Nowaki pressing into him and cradling him, but all he really felt was the cold draft sliding through a gap in the blankets and the thin sheet clenched in the hand Nowaki normally held. Hiroki didn't have enough strength left in him for imagination, it seemed, but he did have enough left to cry.
Author's Note: My first finished Junjou Romantica piece. I know it's cliché to write about the part where Nowaki was off in America, but I can't help it. I just feel so bad for them during that point of the story! Hopefully my future stories for this series will be better.