Izaya entered his apartment soaking wet. "I should start checking the weather more often. This coat is ridiculously heavy when it's wet," he mumbled to himself. When he moved to flip on a light, he realized that it was completely dark. The small lamp in the entryway was the only light on. Masaomi told him that he'd be at his place all night—they were going to play a new video game Kida had been vying for. "Masaomi-kun?" he called. There was no answer—no sound at all.
Silently, he slipped his coat off. He moved out of the light and slunk within the shadows, checking in corners and around furniture for any signs of an intruder. After he was positive the first floor was clear, he silently ascended the stairs. He turned the knob of his bedroom door and gently kicked it open. He slipped inside, hugging the wall, and scanned the dark room. Seeing a lump on the bed, he crept across the room to examine it. Small whimpers surfaced from beneath the sheets.
Izaya placed a hand on the lump. "Masaomi-kun, what's wrong?" The boy didn't move. He pulled back the covers and saw him curled into a ball, his eyes shut and headphones on. Careful not to startle him, Izaya took off the headphones and touched his shoulder. "What's wrong? Are you scared of something?"
Chestnut eyes blinked open and adjusted to see the man sitting beside him. "I'm fine…"
The older male scooped the boy up and held him in his lap. "You can tell me—it's all right."
Light filled the room and thunder rumbled. Kida wrapped his arms around the man and rested his forehead in the crook of the elder's neck.
"Are you afraid of storms?"
A few moments passed before Masaomi spoke. His voice was quiet when he did. "It's childish, I know."
"It's not childish." He soothingly rubbed circles into the younger male's back. "Everyone's scared of something. What can I do to help?"
"I just want to lie down—with you, and talk. Would that be okay?"
"Sure." Izaya briefly stood to remove his jeans and place the boy's phone and headphones on the bedside table. He lay on the bed and drew Kida towards him.
"You said that everyone is scared of something. What's your fear, Izaya-san?"
"I have no fear. I'm invincible and perfect."
Masaomi pushed on his chest and let out a playfully annoyed whine. "Izaya-saaan."
The elder man thought for a moment. "I fear losing you."
Thunder resounded through the apartment again, cutting off the boy's train of thought. Masaomi moved closer to the informant, hugging him tightly. "H-how was your day?" he asked, attempting to make small talk. "What did you do?" The sudden shock of the loud noise had made him completely forget the rather significant confession from his boyfriend. He had admitted something Masaomi never thought he would hear.
"I did research on a rising yakuza for most of the day. Then I met with Celty to strike down a rumor. Oh, I also bought that new video game for you; the one you've been raving about for days. As long as I'm not working at the time, we can play it together whenever you're in the mood for it."
Kida smiled. "You're the best. It's late, though. Are you tired?"
"Yes. I've had a long day. Do you want to sleep?"
"Yeah. Good night." Masaomi suddenly remembered what was said earlier as he closed his eyes. The thought caused heat to rise to his face, and he went over the words carefully, making sure he wasn't mistaken. "You're afraid of losing me?" he asked softly, slowly.
"Yes." Izaya's voice was steady, and he spoke without hesitation.
"Really?" Kida suppressed a bashful smile. "Why?"
"I care for you. We've been together for quite a while, and I've come to accept that you're a human I don't intend to let go of easily. But you know that; you simply wanted me to say it aloud."
"You see right through me, Izaya-san." He snuggled closer to the man and peacefully drifted off in Izaya's arms.
