I've decided to upload every five days, so it lasts a while. I tried to keep the the genres different, so this time it's bittersweet. Enjoy!
Week 1, Day 2: Guardian Angel
Kuroko was tired. Exhausted beyond belief. The sofa was possibly the most uncomfortable place to be in, yet his eyes were drooping and he could feel his sight worsening. He and Daiki had finally gotten a day off, though, and the pale man promised himself he'd spend the entire time with his boyfriend. As he looked over to the other, he could see Daiki was in the same condition, the only difference being he was holding a cup of coffee; both of them were barely awake.
The television played some stupid show neither of them had ever watched, but it made for good background noise. The silence they shared was only broken by the continuous ticking noise the clock in the kitchen made. As both men leaned into each other, a blanket wrapped around them, Kuroko finally felt himself relax to the point he could fall asleep, but was stopped midway when Daiki tightly hugged him to his chest.
As the strength of the embrace increased, the taller man wouldn't let Kuroko see his face, and he was admittedly surprised when Daiki started talking. "Hey, Tetsu." Kuroko understood the moment he spoke, and he smiled lightly as he put his hands around his lover's back, assuring him that he wouldn't go anywhere.
"Yes?"
It was a mysterious thing, the moments Daiki showed his emotions. Something so rare it could almost be called a miracle and something only Kuroko was allowed to witness. Heat radiating from Daiki's skin, the pale man could feel how his boyfriend swallowed, a knot tying in his throat. And just like that, wetness was trailing down his cheeks, falling on the crown of Kuroko's head. It broke his heart to see Daiki like this, and while he would have loved to cry with him, for him, he had to be the strong one, lest his lover break apart.
Daiki trusted him to give himself fully, to surrender himself when he was at his most vulnerable, and Kuroko would be damned if he broke that trust. He soothingly caressed Daiki's back, and laid his head on his shoulder, whispering sweet nothings and promises of forever he fully intended to keep.
By the time it was over, Daiki was asleep, and Kuroko could count the amount of tears that had fallen on him, each one tearing him apart more than the last. He stayed up all night, hugging his best friend and the love of his life closely to himself, playing with the midnight blue locks as if he were his guardian angel. Kuroko only roused him once it was time for work, and even if Daiki was perfectly fine then, smiling with the radiance only his light could manage, Kuroko still made sure to tell him he would love him until the world itself fell apart.
First week for Soundlessrawr! I honestly don't know what genre this is? Ahhh, I really like this one because emotional Aomine is the best.
Anyway,
Tats, SW.