Chapter 1- Comfort
Togami x Naegi Makoto
AN: This story was written after DR3-Future Arc ep 9 ended with the implication of Kirigiri's death T.T
"I don't know what I'm going to do without her, she was-is-our friend. She helped me believe in my own hope..." Naegi cried out, his face buried in and staining some likely very expensive dress pants. A long hand descended upon his head, brushing and entangling itself within the messy brunette locks of the younger boy.
It seemed uncharacteristic and beyond Naegi's wildest dreams for this to happen. It was 3am, storming outside, and everything felt so wrong with the world. Yet, despite the darkening skies of despair itself flooding into Naegi's world, he found himself with some glimmering hope. His comfort in perhaps the most unexpected source.
"I just wish she would have-t-told me...could have done something more..." the brunette sniffled, tears falling rapidly, as he leaned into the touch and warmth of the one beside him. He all but buried his face between the blond's lap and abdomen.
"I know..." the heir spoke tenderly, so foreign to what Naegi was used to hearing from him all those years, the confidence and haughty attitude seemed to just dissipate in this moment. Now he was so gentle and kind...
Here was Togami Byakuya, sprawled out on his dark red sofa, with disheveled hair, his outer coat cast astray and his glasses off to the side. The blond not only allowed, but was cradling Naegi Makoto's head into his lap, brushing his fingers through the brunette's hair with the softness of a lover. A word Makoto had only dared to keep buried in the back of his mind, or during his dreams, far away from the heir. He was certain of rejection, Togami would rarely admit to being his friend, let alone something more, hell there were times Makoto believed Togami simply couldn't manage to feel attraction towards any person or find the time, and yet...here they were.
Makoto was sure he looked like some sort of wreck and turned to look up at the blond, his gaze felt entirely devoured by those tender blue eyes. It was times like this he swore, Byakuya could easily look into him, making his world complete and thriving for new hope, or just as easily shatter it all within an instant.
"I just miss her..." Makoto muttered before his voice broke out into a sob. It had been a month, but he swore he could recall every detail, of those last moments, together as a group. With the hope still radiating for Togami to come to their rescue, along with the fear he may have put the one he pined for so long into danger. Yet, things ended up as his sister had warned, someone did die...because of him.
"We all do..." Byakuya mumbled, turning pink as the words seemed to fall absent minded. "She was a key to our survival at hopes peak," he stated bluntly, but clearly forced, as his touch was still so gentle, his hands maneuvered lower to caress the soft skin upon Makoto's face. "And she was brilliant, she knew how to bring you out of your slumps..." he muttered, turning his gaze away from the younger boy yet again. What was that? "But in any case, she's stubborn, and has an incredibly strong presence, especially at Future Foundation...One that won't go away even with death.", the blond shook his head, more reminiscent of his snarky personality, although his voice was still much softer, comforting... "With everything else that's happened so far we may even find ourselves running into an Ultimate Medium to connect with her, and all the fun time she's had to investigate dead bodies," he finished with a smirk.
Makoto looked up, taking and holding the hand upon his cheek in place, "She loved the mysteries not the corpses," he finished, sticking out his tongue, before curling against the soft form next to him. Togami rolled his eyes, before noticing a weight lifting from his lap. The brunette sat up, holding their hands together, now against his chest, certain that Byakuya could hear his pounding heartbeat, as he lingered. "But, thank you..." the brunette said softly, smiling, leaning forward, only to tentatively wrap his arms around the ultimate progeny's form.
With no actions or words of resistance, Makoto leaned closer, feeling an arm curl around his waist to pull their forms together. "I was only saying the truth, some people never truly leave. She won't truly leave."
"I know," the brunette murmured leaning over and pressing his forehead against the blond. The heat grew between them, and the flush on the two boy's cheeks seemed to only increase with the ongoing contact. Byakuya pulled away just for a moment, only to press his lips softly against the brunette's temple. "Come on, it's late, you need sleep..." the blond gestured towards the rather luxurious and oversized bed adorned with various layers of blankets and pillows that were likely to fall on the floor faster than the time it took to be arranged.
Makoto nodded, releasing his hold on Byakuya's hand and letting it fall the blond's side, before feeling own hand grasped tightly. Makoto chuckled under his breath, "Are you sure it's alright if I stay with you?" he asked, although without much need for an answer.
Togami smirked looking down at the boy as he had countless times before, this gaze with more affection than the last. "I'm not letting you out of my sight, Makoto. I've seen the consequences from when I had before..." the blond continued pulling the boy, forward, sliding out of his rather polished dress shoes. He released Makoto's hand gesturing with a hand towards the bed, before heading an adjacent closet door to change into more "simple" clothing to sleep in.
The brunette's mind didn't want to focus beyond the blond before him, eyes memorizing the heir's motions as he quickly changed into less formal wear, and headed back towards Makoto. The blond held a smirk, grasping the boy's hand, before whispering into his ear. "I'm not going to leave, Makoto..." before sealing his lips over the brunette's, sure of himself, he would surely make Naegi Makoto his. Although it could be seen the other way around.
"I love you," Makoto whispered against the blond's lips, feeling guided back against the mattress and under the covers, to be held and comforted by Byakuya in ways only Makoto would experience. And somehow that too gave him hope.