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It was in the way that Yuuri turned his head that made Wolfram love him. The slight turn that shook his shaggy hair every which way. The way his shoulders angled in that perfect form. Wolfram loved it and sometimes, he would call out to Yuuri in the hallway if only to get him to turn his head.
It was in the way that Yuuri dressed. Black on black, white trimmings. The messy shirt and the baggy pants. The way that he didn't really care who and what saw and thought of the way he looked. How plain he was…so plain that it made him unique. Intriguing. Wolfram adored the rushed dressing, the wrinkled clothes. Even if he fussed over Yuuri almost daily, straightening his collar or adjusting the bottom of his jacket.
It was in the way that Yuuri spoke. His happy voice ringing with optimism. The naïve sound that hadn't left him even after all those years. The way his voice got so excited when talking about the simplest things. The way he whined when he wanted something, or assumed authority whenever it was required of him. Yuuri's voice was even enchanting when he was angry. Sometimes, Wolfram would incite an argument just to hear it.
It was in the way that Yuuri cared for everyone. Even the poorest commoner had a place in Yuuri's heart. He denied nobody and yet everybody at the same time. This was very frustrating for Wolfram in the first years of his knowing Yuuri. Attempting to accept that being Yuuri's number one was almost impossible to accomplish had been very difficult for him. He had been raised to think that he would be the apple of his lover's eye. And he was to Yuuri. But he wasn't the only apple. Yuuri loved everyone in different ways. After a few years of being married, Wolfram had grown to appreciate and even love this part of him.
It was in the way he made life an adventure. Everything was new to Wolfram when he experienced it with Yuuri. Yuuri's reactions to the daily lives of the Mazoku made it seem much more amusing and exciting than the tasks had ever been. Wolfram grew to anticipate the next adventure that Yuuri would, no doubt, plan. The next time they could be together to discover the world, together.
It was in the way that, when it came down to it, Yuuri was very good at his job. He was a good king. One of the best. And this couldn't have made Wolfram any prouder. It was all that he had ever wanted from Yuuri, and to see it achieved to effortlessly endeared Yuuri to Wolfram even more.
But really, it was in the way that Yuuri splashed around in the fountain, spraying water everywhere, in order to reach Wolfram. It was in the way that soggy arms wrapped around the blond and drenched him in pond water. It was in the way that Yuuri had happily shouted his name, exclaiming how happy he was to seem Wolfram. It was in the way that Yuuri's arms squeezed the blond even tighter to him.
It was in the way Yuuri held Wolfram close and whispered in his ear.
"I missed you, Wolf."
