The Lamp is Low
By SMYGO4EVA
It was quiet, finally.
Kageyama always felt himself grow very weary at this time of night, after having to stitch up and look after patients of ill repute.
He owed it to them, to anyone, really.
In their room, he saw that Kuga was already asleep, and Kageyama was thankful for that; he didn't feel like talking now.
Kageyama laid next to him on their bed, slowly as to not wake him, and he resisted the urge to trace the burn marks on Kuga's back.
And he wanted to hold him close, and never let go.
Every day, even when Kuga could have anyone else, he stayed here with him.
Even after everything, after all the uncertainty, Kuga was still there, for Kageyama.
Kageyama let out a soft sigh, and he moved closer to Kuga, his arms wrapping around him.
Kageyama then felt Kuga's hands softly reach for his own, twining their fingers.
He swore his heart skipped a beat.
Who could blame him?
Kageyama smiled, and he held him closer.
As the moon hung high, the lamp was low.
This, this was their own moment.