Disclaimer: I don't own Loveless
Summary: All they need is to be together, no matter the circumstances.
Key: AGES: Ritsuka 16, Soubi 24
A/N: Hey dears, it's been a while since I wrote a Loveless fic.
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"A dimly lit space"
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"Ritsuka, are you sure this is alright?"
"Now's a bit late to ask that question Soubi."
"The apartment I mean", he scratched between cat ears. Turning, he seemed nervous "Isn't it a bit run down though? – I should find a better place."
Ritsuka flicked on the ceiling light. After a short buzz, the bulb blew out. With help from the small desk lamp in the living room he could still see Soubi's face.
"A dimly lit space" he murmured, smiling at his partner.
"What's that?"
"It's great"
"With all my classes..."
"Unfinished classwork you mean" Ritsuka added with a smirk.
He nodded, "And extra classes, I didn't have the chance to check it out in person."
The furniture remained covered in plastic; a couch, two cushioned chairs, and a coffee table. He'd leave changing the taupe walls to the artist. Flooring remained as plywood with scarce indents, and scratches from the lives of past residents. The living room was spacious. He'd see the bedroom later.
Opening a window he saw no curtains, and knew sunlight would wake him before his alarm. "I told you, you didn't need to do that Soubi" the frustrated teen noted
Soubi could no longer live near campus, being that he now instructed classes there, along with continuing his studies online striving toward his Master of Fine Arts degree.
He promised he would do anything to bring Ritsuka out of the damned demons den he called a home, and so he did. While Ritsuka attended senior high school, afterward working part time at McDonald's, he taught many courses at the university.
"I apologize Ritsuka" he lied, not at all sorry for bringing safety to his partner's home life.
"Liar" the younger male stuck his tongue out (a characteristic obviously acquired from Zero). He was well aware of the lengths Soubi went to protect him, which was part of what he loved about him.
"I'll go to the store before work. How many light bulbs do you think I should pick up? You'll need it to be much brighter for your painting, right?"
He felt all that he would do for Ritsuka paled in comparison to the affection and sacrifices the teen made for him.
Soubi wrapped his arms around him. Indeed, "A dimly lit space is perfect."
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The end
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I know it's a bit tiny, I was going to make it longer but here we are. I'm getting back into the characters after working on a "Demon Diary" fic for several months (I don't own Demon Diary).
I considered making it five years, but then Ritsuka would be 17 and Soubi would be 25, same age as me, and that weirded me out a bit so...
Hope you liked it, please review.
