A drabble about Zane telling Johan how he feels about him

Johan was laying on the couch in the dark listening to silence when Zane came home. He closed the apartment door and Johan jumped, having been startled by the unexpected noise.

"Oh...oh you're home," Johan said, as he peeked over the back of the sofa.

"Yes, I am," Zane replied.

Something was up. Johan was usually ecstatic about Zane coming home. He'd have burnt food ready and a huge smile on his face. He'd run up to Zane, kiss him and welcome him home. Something was definitely wrong today. Johan was doing none of those things. The lights where turned off. The house was silent. What had happened?

"Are you alright?" Zane asked walking over to flick a light switch.

"Don't!" Johan called and stopped Zane just before he turned the light on, "I like it dark in here."

Puzzled, Zane set his bag down and walked over to couch before asking, "Is there something wrong?"

"Why would you think something was wrong?" Johan asked, Zane couldn't see him but he knew Johan wasn't looking at him.

Zane sat down on one end of the sofa and sighed, "Because I know you, Johan. Something is wrong just tell me what it is."

"You don't love me," Johan blurted out and then gasped, Zane could hear the sound of hands clasping to his mouth.

"What?" Zane asked, he was asking a lot of questions tonight.

"Y-you don't love me...at least not as much as I love you...," Johan continued, he had already started he might as well continue saying what was on his mind.

"What makes you say that?" Zane asked as he slumped forward, running his hands through his hair. He had gone wrong somewhere. He had done something, anything, even a small thing, to make Johan think he didn't love him. Where did he screw up?

"Y-you never tell me you love me, not like Judai does. I have to guess from day to day if you still love me," Johan said quietly and Zane could hear him shifting his wait on the other end of the couch.

Zane shook his head, so that's what it was. That's where he screwed up. "I love you, Johan. You're the only person I think about all day. When I wake up in the morning I smile when I see you cocooned in all of our blankets. You haven't changed since the first night we shared a bed. While I'm at work all I can think about is going back home and spending the day with you. And when I come home, your face is what I'm looking for. Your big smile and your burnt food. I love that. I love that about you. How you never seem to lose your smile no matter what's bothering you. How you try so hard and at everything and don't let anything stop you. Even the fire alarm. How you're you in every situation. I love you so much it that sometimes 'I love you' just isn't enough. I'm always trying to come up with new ways to show you I love you because words just don't seem to be enough. Words seem empty and hollow in comparison to how much I love you, Johan. So, just because I don't tell you that I love you, doesn't mean I'm not showing it, and it definitely doesn't mean I don't love you. Understand?"

Johan didn't answer but a few seconds later Zane felt something collide with him and he was thrown back into the armrest of the couch, Johan lying on top of him. Johan nuzzled his head into Zane's chest and smiled, "I love you too, Zane." Zane wrapped his arms around Johan and kissed the top of his head.

"Now can we turn some lights on in here and get dinner ready? I'm starving," Zane asked and his stomach seconded the statement.

Johan laughed and pulled away. He kissed Zane quickly and then stood up, saying, "aye aye, one burnt dinner coming right up," before running off to the kitchen.

Zane sat up and watched Johan cook from his spot on the couch, a smile appearing on his face, he really did love that boy a lot.