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"zuha.. hey," a faint voice calls out to kazuha as he was taking a nap. it was so quiet, and hushed, their words were practically being blown gently against his ear.
kazuha stayed still, head still leaning against the post. something in him was eager to respond to the voice's persistent calls, his body telling him to speak up as it was urgent.
as much as kazuha wanted to pay no mind, he parts his lips to speak, despite sounding a bit groggy, "mm.. who would you might be..?"
a few beats after kazuha's words, a figure leans against him, their frame was huge and to kazuha's relief they were also warm. the gesture makes kazuha finally open his eyes after the his attempts to delay it somehow.
oh. of course. kazuha hasn't seen this certain blond in a while, his purple eyes still gleamed at him the same way as before. as if nothing ever changed at all.
"i thought you weren't 'gonna get up." the man chuckled, pulling himself up from his position.
"i really wasn't going to." kazuha joked, clearly fishing a reaction from the other.
which the man immediately obliges to, feigning hurt, "not even for me?"
the man notices the way kazuha was looking at him with those eyes of his, he was merely jesting with him of course, but he couldn't help to stare longingly at the man, no? their laughs faded into silence when their eyes met, both looking into each other lovingly, to have found what was lost.
"tomo,"
"if i were to place my lips on yours at this moment, would you disappear?"
with the way kazuha was practically speaking against his lips, tomo almost felt like he didn't have any choice to his question. was it possible for a ghost to sweat? tomo pondered, because he was surely feeling some steam underneath his warm clothes.
he wanted to lie so badly, tomo yearned for kazuha as much as the latter did for him. he yearned for his warmth, he wanted to feel his skin against his again, he wanted to be with him again. maybe, it would be worth the risk, if justㅡ
"don't worry, i won't."
he lied.
as if he wasn't already close enough, kazuha manages to inch even closer, that his forehead presses against tomo's, it makes tomo's breath hitch.
"you are like the warmth of spring, i yearn for the blooming of flowers throughout the seasons, because it is what i can call my home."
tomo didn't have time to respond to kazuhas words, when he is instantly greeted by his lips against his own.
and you, should be the season of autumn, how its leaves fall upon the ground with utmost elegance. how i wish to be the ground that you fall onto again.