SUMMARY: Then, with hearing that particular voice speak those words, he felt content. And he knew that no one else would have made it sound so good.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine.
Confessions of a Married Man
No One Else
Kyouya dipped his body on the warm water of the tub, water splashing slightly on the floor. His body was at sore--working to manage one whole company was indeed very tiring that his muscles began to stiffen of its own accord as he sat for a whole day behind his computer, inside his dull work office. An onsen would have been better, but it would be more tiring to travel any further than it already was.
Plus, a wife scrubbing your hair with shampoo was too much to resist.
"Aki," he spoke, his voice reverberating across the bathroom walls with soothing warmth and affection.
"Hm?" she asked as she scoured his ears clean with her thumbs.
"Nothing."
He enjoyed the way her fingers moved and massaged every bit of his skull. It was comforting--relaxing. And the headache he had gotten from work was finally going away, emptying his mind and filling it with thoughts of Aki at the same time.
"Thank you."
"Suddenly for what?"
For being here with me.
For being my home.
For being there by the door, welcoming me with your warm smile.
For being my everything.
For easing every pain away.
"Ootori Kyouya," she suddenly said as she stopped her hands and fisted a couple of his hair.
"What is it, Ootori Aki?" he questioned her as he relaxed further on the water, a smile making its obvious way on his lips.
"You're doing it again."
"Which one?"
She shrugged as she continued to scrub his head more roughly. "Being such a dramatic husband."
"Dramatic?" he faked an incredulous voice as his smile widened. "Ootori men are never dramatic."
He liked these kinds of conversations that they would unexpectedly come up with. Speaking like this with her simply made him feel warm inside--as if nothing else could ever make him feel like this if it wasn't her.
He couldn't remember when he fell in love with this girl, but he was glad he did. No one else could have understood how to tolerate his manipulative character. No one else would have learned how to bear with his waking-up issues. No one else could have made him feel warm inside. No one else could have done all of that. It was only Aki. And it would always be her.
She scoffed playfully as she took hold of the shower spray, and washed the foam and bubbles away from his hair.
"Aki?"
"What?"
"I love you."
"Never dramatic, huh?"
She planted a soft kiss against his clean temple and smiled. "I love you too."
Then, with hearing that particular voice speak those words, he felt content. And he knew that no one else would have made it sound so good.
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