Paradise (MikaYuu)

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(Yuu)

Something was more wrong than usual with my emotionally repressed boyfriend, he had been here for 3 hours, changed into what he was sleeping in, done everything he needed to for the night, and yet was still wearing those gloves and absolutely refused to hold my hand. Not to even mention how openly skittish he was being. He was acting like this was normal but, well, anyone with two brain cells could obviously see it wasn't. What the fuck was going on in that head of his?

Mika wasn't great with words and his actions weren't the most reliable, but I knew for a fact that he was overly affectionate and touchy. Not that he wasn't touching me, his knee had been pressed against my own, head had been on my shoulder, he had kissed me more than a dozen times at this point, and he had even laid his head in my lap. But he would not touch me with his hands at all. It wasn't normal.

I had wanted to take my roommate's advice tonight and have a talk with Mika about what I was feeling, but he seemed to be going through more right now and I would still be feeling insecure tomorrow, we could always talk then, "Mika."

"Yeah?" He asked from his spot on the bed.

"Are you ok?" I gave him the chance to talk on his own.

"Not really, but I'll get over it." He smiled brightly. If I didn't know him like I do, I would've believed it to be real.

"I want you to talk to me about it." I asserted.

"It's fine, darling, it's not a big deal." He huffed.

"Really? Ok," I sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed him by the wrist, his eyes flicked between me and his hand, daring me to even think about taking the glove off, "I wish you would talk to me." I dropped his wrist.

He stayed silent for a moment, "I just... I don't know, I'm kind of not in the mood to see my fucked up childhood tonight."

What a fucking liar.

I decided it would be better to just jump through his hoops than to start an argument, "Is that what it is? The scars?" I scooted closer to him and he rested his head on my shoulder.

"Kind of. I don't really want to look at my hands. There's nothing that I can do about it, I just sometimes don't really want to look at the constant reminders that I'm going to have for the rest of my life," Mika claimed, "it's grotesque to say the least."

I grabbed his hand and held it tight before he hand the chance to pull away from me, he was on such high alert that every move I made already had a counter action in his head. I planted a kiss right on the center and smiled at him, "I think every part of you is absolutely stunning."

He chuckled lowly, "You would say some sappy shit like that. Don't you know that's my department?"

I smiled wider and interlocked our fingers. I was doing my best to ignore the warmth that radiated from one particular spot. While I didn't like that he was lying about the reason, especially when the lie was something like that, I'd rather Mika think I was an idiot than make him uncomfortable. I just hoped that whatever it was wasn't going to get infected, "Come on, let's try and have you get more than six hours of sleep tonight."

"Sounds like a stretch, but I don't have anything in the morning so I can stay longer if you want me to." He seemed more comfortable now, he pulled me down with him and curled up, face pressed against my chest.

"Of course I want you to stay longer, dummy." I wrapped my arm around his side and began to drift off.

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(Mika)

I stared at my beautiful boyfriend's sleeping face, I could hardly contain myself at how handsome he was, "Je pense que vous êtes meilleurs que tous." I whispered. (French: I think you're better than them all.)