At last.
IV
終わらない夜に願いはひとつ "星のない空に輝く光を"
Shouyou awaits his "husband". He waits with the sleeves of his kimono grasped between his fingers, trembling with fear. He should wait for him facing the door, ready to undress whenever he arrives but…
But he knows that if he needs to do that, everything will be already lost.
So he offers his back to the room's door and instead watches the way the moonlight washes over the pond of his new home through the door that leads to the inner courtyard. His new home assuming, of course, he lasts through the night.
It's a starry night sky. The kind of night he loved to share with Natsu, talking about constellations. Well, she was the one doing the talking ―Shouyou just listened to her merry voice over the cicadas singing.
Somewhere, Natsu and Koushi are looking up at the stars, he tells himself. Yes, the two of them will be happy, even if his little sister is surely still grieving the loss of their family.
Shouyou tells himself he's very lucky once again as he hears the sound of the door sliding.
He knows he is. Because if these are his last moments, if his lie were to be found out now and his husband's wrath unleashed as if to remedy this dishonor by his own hand, the sky is painted with stars and he's able to see it in all his glory.
This starry night sky will be the last thing he ever sees.
He waits for the reprimand about not being a good "wife". He even expects a punch, if it strikes Oikawa Tooru's fancy.
The last thing he expects is someone kneeling beside him.
There, keeping his distance but still sitting quite near, Oikawa Tooru kneels on the ground and gazes at the same starry sky. Shouyou turns around just in time to see his lips moving.
"What a beautiful night, wouldn't you agree?"
It's the first time he really listens to his voice ―they barely talked fixed, laconic words during the wedding ceremony, and he finds his voice to be not quite fitting to his image. It is, after all, almost childish, but at the same time it matches his kind demeanor. It matches, at least, the marble statue image that Oikawa seems to break with his gentle smile.
"Y-yes."
He's got his tongue tied in knots, and yet remembers to address this young man as his husband.
"Oikawa… -sama."
Without losing his smile, the young man shakes his head.
"'Tooru-san' will suffice. I am your husband. Not your master."
Shouyou would rather he was the latter. But Oikawa doesn't seem to notice, his gaze lost in the vast expanse of night sky for a long time.
When he seems to have taken pleasure in the dim light of the stars to his heart content, he fixes his eyes on Shouyou. Shouyou, in turn, realizing he has been scrutinizing his face with a total lack of manners, turns away so quickly he fears that it'll anger him as well.
However, the only thing Oikawa says before standing up with a swift, graceful movement is:
"Last weeks must have been hell for you, Hina-chan. But tonight you'll be able to sleep peacefully once again."
Not "Natsu" nor "Nacchan". "Hina-chan". Shouyou wonders if this way of calling him by a last name that doesn't belong to him anymore is his way of putting some distance between them.
Shouyou changes into a light robe he's found inside the adjacent dresser. It's designed to cover his modesty even in parts he wouldn't mind showing. Oikawa wears a matching, more masculine one.
They lie down in the same bed. The distance is shorter than what could be considered safe to Shouyou's standards, so he becomes worried in no time.
Nevertheless, his husband doesn't make the slightest attempt to get closer to him.
He only says the words Shouyou carves deep into his mind before falling asleep.
"None of this was my idea. I'm sorry."
And so, Shouyou succumbs to a heavy but well-deserved sleep.
He has survived his wedding night.
His secret is safe.
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