Love me c:
XVI
A whole day passes. And other one. And another.
Ten days, and every night Shouyou sleeps alone in their room.
He's not superstitious, and yet he clearly recalls the way Natsu and him used to wish on stars in the nighttime sky. So he cannot let the chance drift away when he distinguishes a shooting star crossing the sky that night. He clasps his hands together, bows his head and wishes with all his might for Oikawa to return.
At any rate, he would even be glad if he returned to kick him out, because he just cannot stand his absence. He cannot stand to not be able to offer a proper explanation and apologize, though he deems himself unworthy of forgiveness.
At last, on the fifteenth day, his husband comes back.
He waits for him ―and at the same time, he does not; he's just sitting on the room's tatami, looking up at the stars.
As he always does.
The door opens, and Shouyou does not try to hide his anxiety. He turns around and almost trips while standing up because of all the paraphernalia his bed robes entail.
Oikawa seems tired, with huge eye bags orbiting his face. Before Shouyou may attempt to any way of communication, the emperor smiles at him.
"I'm back."
"Wel… Welcome home."
Shouyou feels his knees go weak, but his husband only asks with a soft, tired voice:
"What is your name?"
Regardless of the way he gulps before answering, Shouyou gathers enough courage to firmly pronounce his name, the best-kept secret:
"Hinata Shouyou."
He wants to tell him that he actually is a Hinata. That at least he hasn't lied to him about that.
The emperor only smiles meekly, and does not say a word.
This way, in absolute silence and with his never-ending grace, Oikawa Tooru drops to his knees.
He places his hands on the ground.
Bows down.
And not daring to look at him, says:
"Please forgive me, Hinata Shouyou."
The ruler of Japan has gotten down on his knees and has asked him to forgive him.
Him, the royal family's enemy clan's bastard child.
Shouyou feels as if suddenly there were a wild animal living inside him. Something that trembles and convulses, something that threatens to get out and shatter his body in the process. But he knows what he has ought to say, because he is owed an apology.
"I forgive you, Oikawa Tooru."
Because his husband isn't apologizing just for his actions, oh no.
He apologizes because of the way the entire Oikawa household acted, no matter how innocent he may be when it comes to past crimes.
It's a wound Shouyou needed to close up, he understands that much while watching his husband get on his feet once again.
And at the same time Oikawa humbly takes the hand he offers him, their eyes meet.
Beyond the marriage contrived by the former emperor, they are the hope for peace come true.
Or at least, their smiles are.
終わらない夜に願いはひとつ "星のない空に輝く光を"
Now with more comfortable clothes, they lie down side-by-side. It's a strange feeling, similar to jumping into cold water on a hot Summer's day. Refreshing and with a novelty that escapes comprehension.
It's in that moment that Shouyou feels tears falling from his eyes, even if they ought to drench their entire face before abandoning his skin.
"Shou-chan?"
Oikawa has turned towards him, and attentively stares at him.
"I thought you would hate me."
The emperor keeps quiet and allows him to proceed.
"Because… I am Hinata Shouyou. Not Hinata Natsu. It… It's not the same and… And I… I…"
Senseless babbling. Oikawa silences him with an ordinary phrase.
"You mean… Oikawa Shouyou."
Shouyou cannot believe his ears.
"That name… it… it doesn't exist."
"It does to me."
Shouyou understands what he's trying to say, because properly speaking, there never was a Hinata Shouyou. Just a de facto life, because he breathes, because blood in fact runs through his veins, and the day it all stops, the day his body finally fails, it will be as if he had never walked on Earth.
The Hinatas have never had a bastard child, no, how could such a perfect family have degenerated so?
And therefore, the existence of an Oikawa Shouyou is plain impossible.
The tears are already overwhelming him by the time Oikawa softly pats his usual place on the bed, suggesting for him to come closer.
"Come here, Shou-chan. It's time to sleep."
That night, Oikawa gently comforts him while he trembles between his arms. The smell of lavender and jasmine he has carved into his memory without realizing already filling his lungs as if it were the only scent he could breath in.
Everything is alright.
It's the first time Shouyou sheds tears of happiness.
Do you love me? c: Because I'm dying. The fluff is killing me.
-Pequeña.