Sorry, it's a holiday here, and I was sleep deprived sooooooooooooo that.
Enjoy c:
XVII
戻れない場所に捨てたものでさえ 生まれ変わって明日をきっと照らす
He watches the sky sitting on Oikawa's lap. There are no stars tonight; huge clouds float above, and the scent of the rain reaches their lungs as a distant song, an omen of abundance.
But Shouyou couldn't care less about this, because he can converse amiably with his husband, and that's all that matters.
"There's something I want to know."
Oikawa patiently awaits his question.
"All this time… did you never suspect me?"
Shouyou turns around and fixes his stare on him. His expression is calm, almost blank, but at the same time, somehow smug when he answers:
"Did you really think I wouldn't realize you were a man from the very moment I saw you, Shou-chan?"
With a sinking feeling in his chest, he ponders his answer. A part of him is happy that he, of all people, hadn't mistaken him for a woman. On the other hand, if Oikawa did notice it… If even he did notice it, then...
His husband's hands meet his face and gently touch his cheeks.
"No one else did know. I made sure of it."
Shouyou understands right then why the maids hadn't insisted on bathing nor dressing him, and why all the servants had blindly followed the order of not bothering him in any way.
He had had nothing to fear, in the first place.
Because Oikawa Tooru had known from the start he wasn't marrying Hinata Natsu.
"Then…"
"I told myself you would have had your reasons. And I had no reason to give you away, had I?"
Shouyou thinks that yes, actually yes, he had. He could have murdered him in his sleep. He could have run away, he could have…
He could have irreparably stained Natsu's name, for they both share the Hinata's fire not only inside their veins, but also in a lot of their physical traits.
And Oikawa had always known that he wouldn't have been lying without a very good reason.
The tears betray him again. He stares ahead.
"I thought… they were going to kill me."
He feels a tender kiss pressed against the nape of his neck and a whisper:
"I know."
"I thought Natsu could run away, could live if I were to take her place…"
Another kiss, two words:
"I understand."
Soon his racing mind gives way to sobs. Oikawa helps him turn around and cradles his body in his arms. Shouyou knows this is one of his hidden talents that no one cares about: to know how to comfort someone, to know what to say, to whisper words of encouragement while kissing the tears away.
All this is so utterly stupid, and Shouyou actually begins to laugh while sniffling back tears. Oikawa doesn't know how to react, and tries to convince him to share the joke with him.
"It's just… It's just that you said you would make me fall in love with you…"
You are ridiculous. That's what he wants to tell him. How dare he say such words to him? Oikawa appears desolated, and Shouyou guesses he intuits his thoughts.
So he simply places a hand over one of the emperor's cheeks.
The emperor, here, in the palm of his hand.
"And I had loved you way before you said that."
Silence. The emperor's lips, the emperor himself trembles.
His voice does too.
"It's just… I love you so much."
Shouyou thinks about how insecure Oikawa Tooru really is under all the layers of his royal attire while putting his little arms around his neck ―and it's a surrender that knows of no titles.
"I love you, Shouyou."
His whole name sounds sweet in his husband's mouth.
And it tastes sweet, too, when Oikawa lets him drink it out of his lips.
When Oikawa leans in to find his mouth with his own, and Shouyou, slowly, kisses him back.
No one rushes them.
No one menaces them.
It doesn't take long for Shouyou's tears to evaporate and in their place come the smiles and the giggles.
And Shouyou is certain it doesn't bother Tooru (yes, Tooru) in the slightest.
Reviews, plz? ;_;
-Pequeña