At a glimpse: Miyagi is awakened by Shinobu having a bad dream and the typical fluffy shit occurs.
Word count: 970
AN: I really needed a break from working on final projects so this sort of happened. Hope you like clichés.
A distressed, muffling noise interrupted Miyagi's sleep one night. He rubbed his face under his groggy state, planning to fall right back to slumber in a couple of seconds, but beside him, he thought he heard a small whimper of some sort.
Knowing it was his ever lovely lover, the old man groaned with his effort to turn around and face his sleeping beauty. Although he was still tired (he caught a glimpse of their clock—it was three-something in the morning), his droopy eyes furrowed in concern as he made out the outline of Shinobu's troubled sleeping face in the night's darkness.
When he faintly touched his fingertips against his partner's cheek, he found that the blond was sweating slightly, continuing to emit occasional, tiny moans, brows furrowed from whatever sort of nightmare the brat was exhibiting.
Then as the older male withdrew his hand from Shinobu's face, the boy suddenly flinched and his two eyes snapped open with a startled gasp.
Miyagi, feeling much more awake himself, blinked his eyes at the teary-eyed, bewildered teen. Shinobu sighed deeply, realizing nothing he'd been imagining had been real, and drove into Miyagi's comforting chest, arms curling around the man's neck. The professor wrapped an arm around the brat's back and then pressed his lips against Shinobu's soft head, which caused the adorable kid to squeeze the old man even tighter.
"Bad dream," Shinobu mumbled against Miyagi's collarbone.
"Figured that out." He nuzzled against his hair, enjoying the feeling of his lover's scent filling his senses. "What sort of dream caused this poor brat to become distressed?"
A silent moment passed, in which Shinobu was probably considering pushing his jerk of a lover away for calling him a brat, before he responded. "I dreamt that... you realized that you were really in love with Risako instead of me..."
Brows scrunching, the professor protested, "Well that's just—"
"...And then you left me to go and marry Kamijou," the blond concluded miserably, clinging even more securely to the man to the point where he could snap in two at any moment.
In spite if the teen's depressed state, the professor allowed a snicker to escape and teased, "So you dreamt of me being a slut? Geez, Shinobu-chin, I thought you'd have a bit more faith in me."
This time, the blond really did push Miyagi away, but it was halfhearted and right away, the older man instinctively tugged them flush together again. He chuckled huskily and kissed Shinobu's head.
"That little dream of yours makes no sense. Love Risako but marry Kamijou? Dunno 'bout you, but I see absolutely no logic behind that, so you can stop worrying yourself over it."
Shinobu whimpered, winding his arms around Miyagi's torso this time. "...It felt so real," he mumbled miserably.
"Well, there's at leastthree valid reasons why something like that would never happen. One, I've already tried being with Risako, and there was not a trace of romantic love present on my part," he said, stroking the boy's nape. "Two, being with Kamijou... that's a frightful thought. He'd murder me before we could get anywhere—besides, he's already pretty much married to that really tall thing of his. And even if he wasn't, I'd never feel anything for him."
Shinobu was looking at his lover, head resting soundly atop his ivory pillow, waiting for the man to continue. "Give me the third reason," he said after a few seconds of no talking.
Miyagi was smiling a little sheepishly, blaming his tiredness for even considering to easily admit something like this to his blond love. "Three, I'm already in love with someone. And if I were to ever get married again, it would be to that person. Not Risako orKamijou."
The professor could see traces of a flushed pout present on Shinobu's face. "You have to elaborate who that person is, old man," he grumbled.
The professor sighed and whispered, "You know damn well who," before swiftly moving closer to capture Shinobu's lips with his own. It was chaste and innocent, lingering for a moment, and Miyagi was much too lazy to pick his head up to do it, so their faces were a little smooshed together.
But that was fine because Shinobu didn't complain—he never did during their kisses—and Miyagi thought he felt the corners of Shinobu's lips curled upwards in one of those rare but treasured smiles of his, which was, to Miyagi, worth saying nearly anything disgustingly sappy for.
And once the older man retreated back to his own pillow again, he gazed lovingly at his partner's drowsy face, who was indeed letting up a faint smile.
They laid there, just staring at one another, and when Miyagi was starting to feel sleep trying to overtake him again, Shinobu spoke up silently. "Will you always stay with me?"
"Yeah..." Even he was surprised at himself for agreeing so simply. "But don't get your hopes up on the marriage thing, kid."
"Until we're old and grey?"
Rolling his eyes, Miyagi sleepily responded, "As long as I'm in my right mind, and you want us to, we'll be together. Now go to sleep, Shinobu."
He was going to close his eyes and drift off, until a small finger was placed in front of his face. Blushing, Shinobu asked, "Pinky promise?"
Miyagi chuckled at his lover's childish front, which always somehow managed to charm him. He raised his hand, a little dubious of himself for actually doing this (damn sleepiness), and curled his own pinky finger around Shinobu's.
Their joined hands were resting in between the two, and after some short moment, the two found themselves in a state of restful unconsciousness.
When Miyagi woke up in the morning, he smiled when he found their smallest fingers still joined. He still intended to keep that promise.
AN: FLUFF. LOOK AT IT. LOOK AT IT.