Loving You
The blizzard raged, filling the black night sky with endless snowflakes. Nezumi walked through the quiet night streets, heading towards his small house, bracing from the wind. As he got closer, Nezumi's heart unconsciously warmed at the mellow, inviting light pouring out from the windows of the house.
Nezumi was used to living alone; he couldn't remember the last time he had relied on anyone, let alone trusted another enough to live with together.
He still couldn't figure out what it was about the boy that currently resided in his house. Nezumi felt that he just couldn't help letting his guard down around the other. Just a simple look being exchanged with the other boy could make him flood with hope, and relax his mind.
Grasping the cold door handle, Nezumi pulled open the door to the house. He heard the crackle of the fireplace, and spotted the white haired boy standing by a pot, stirring slowly.
"Shion"
Nezumi greeted quietly, shutting the door. The boy, Shion, turned his neck slightly, his body still facing the bubbling pot. Nezumi received a warm smile from the white haired boy before he returned his concentration back to stirring the substance in the pot.
A small smile grazing his features, Nezumi grabbed a book off a shelf, and flipped through the pages. He would have to memorize his lines for the play by next week. He sighed tiredly.
And we just finished practising for the last one...
Suppressing a yawn, Nezumi started reading the play, focusing on the lines that he would have to memorize. A noise of glass clattering broke him out of his half awake trance, and he looked up, noticing the bowl that had been placed in front of him.
Standing beside the bowl was a smiling Shion, wearing a proud expression.
"I finally did it... my mother's recipe... I think I've finally done justice."
Nezumi smirked, challenging.
"Let's see."
Bringing the warm broth to his mouth, he took a long sip.
Wow, it's amazing.
The hot soup warmed him inside and out, relieving the stress and tension that had piled up throughout the day.
"It's really great"
Nezumi said sincerely, slightly amazed as he learned about another skill the seemingly sheltered boy possessed.
Hell, I doubt I could cook like that...
Nezumi thought sheepishly. Shion's eyes glowed with satisfaction at the compliment. The feeling of happiness being contagious, Nezumi's grinned up at the boy, reflecting Shion's own smile.
That evening, possibly because of the sleepy atmosphere of the room, or just because of his own tiredness, Nezumi felt calm.
Serene.
The two men sat near each other on the couch, sharing a comfortable silence.
Nezumi rested his head on Shion's shoulder, and Shion softly nestled his hair and ran his fingers through Nezumi's navy blue locks.
"Nezumi?"
Shion spoke softly, breaking the silence.
"What?"
"Your hair's really beautiful"
"Mmmm"
Nezumi sighed contently as Shion's fingers lightly brushed his hair. Nezumi could feel his eyes slowly falling shut, enjoying the other's gentle touch.
As Nezumi fell into a deep sleep, he was once again reminded of why he just couldn't abandon the boy next to him.
I just can't help loving you, Shion.