At first, it was slight brushing of hands when the two passed each other, or when Shirasu put down his tea cup, then laughter that lasted a second longer.
It was smiles slightly wider than usual, and stares lingering longer than they were supposed to.
It was cheerful hums, and sometimes too much hangovers.
Some other days it was offerings of tying the white hair, or tucking loose strands of hair to the back of Shirasu's ear.
So subtly yet surely, Soramaru thought as he watched Tenka helplessly fell in love.
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At first, it was only a second of blank stares at the ceiling, or half empty cup of tea. Then it was stopping drinking tea altogether.
It was laugh too long and dinner too quite.
Sometimes it was straight up waking up from nightmares, other days it was another sleepless night.
But most days, it was forgetting that Shirasu was gone.
So subtly obvious, Soramaru thought as he watched Tenka helplessly fell apart.
End