˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 'ˎ˗

Chapter 2

The following was all written by NieNieDoULoveMe

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A month and a half went by since their last supply run. Their supplies ran out this morning but Shirabu forgets about the lack of food because he is too busy keeping himself from freezing.

Winter came by five weeks ago, bringing with it the immense cold and snow filled streets.

The nights are even colder, so much colder that Shirabu finds it hard to sleep. He tosses and turns in bed but to no avail.

"Stupid fucking cold," Shirabu mutters sitting up. "I'm gonna make myself some very hot tea."

Shirabu stomps down the stairs only to hear Semi humming again. And maybe a bit of his anger on the cold disappeared. He makes his way to the kitchen grabbing two cups from the counter.

He might as well make one for Semi too, right?

Starting the fire is the hardest thing about surviving. Yes, Shirabu is skilled in close combat but holds the line at starting a fire with two rocks.

Stupid rock.

After many attempts, Shirabu manages to light a small fire, taking huge pride in it. He brings a half broken kettle up to the fire and waits for the water to boil.

He plucks a couple leaves from the little plant sitting right by the window. It came with the place.

A little freebie.

He drops the leaves into the boiling water. While the tea is brewing he grabs two strawberries from a jar, slicing it into small bits. He places the strawberries in two separate mugs, pouring down the fresh mint tea.

Shirabu's specialty, Strawberry mint tea. The best tasting drink in the apocalypse. (According to Semi)

It's funny how domesticated they are even in the end of the world.

Shirabu walks into the living room with two cups of tea in hand. Semi is on the couch, a very broken looking guitar on his lap.

When Semi notices Shirabu's presence he flashes him a toothy smile and leans over to the side to make room for his boyfriend.

Shirabu takes the seat beside him, leaning his head on Semi's shoulder. Semi, in return, slings his arm around Shirabu's waist.

Shirabu hands the cup to Semi, who thanks him with a kiss to the temple.

"Can you play me something?"

"Not yet, but I did get that MP3 working." Semi pulls the little blue box out of his satchel.

"What does that have to do with you playing something for me?"

"It plays music, a lot of the songs on this baby are classical."

Semi presses the triangle, which Shirabu assumes is the start button, and just as suddenly, a soft tune echoes around the room.

The strums of guitar can be heard along with many other instruments the pair have yet to discover.

"It sounds beautiful." Shirabu closes his eyes, savoring the music well. He leans his head on Semi's shoulder, Semi does the same, leaning his head on Shirabu's but not before propping a soft kiss on the side of the brunet's head.

They listen to two more songs, admiring its symphony, when Semi comes up with a brilliant idea.

"Come on, let's dance." Semi grabs Shirabu's mug, sliding it onto the coffee table.

"I don't know how." Shirabu pouts but Semi pulls him up nonetheless.

"It's not that hard, just place your arms here," Semi brings Shirabu's arms around his neck. "And I don't know, just sway I guess?"

"Well that's boring."

"I mean, we can add our own little twists to it."

The pair dance to their hearts content filled with spins, dips, and even stolen kisses. In some moments, Shirabu would pull Semi so close that their foreheads touch and Semi takes this opportunity to pepper his boyfriend with a lot more kisses.

They forget about the world for a second. No disasters, no penetrating doom, no walkers, just two people in love dancing in the middle of their living room.

And for them this was perfect.

"Hey, what do you think would happen if there was no apocalypse?" Shirabu blurts out, looking up at Semi.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think we'd be like this? Dancing in the living room at god knows what time." Shirabu laughs. "We might've never even met."

Semi pouts, thinking for a few seconds. "Well that's stupid, I'd definitely meet you one way or another."

"I'd definitely have this huge crush on you and maybe we'd go out on dates."

"Who knows? Maybe we'd even get married." Semi laughs. "We'd definitely be one of those gross sappy couples."

"That sounds really cute though."

"What's to say that won't happen here in this lifetime?"

"Oh please," Shirabu laughs sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Shirabu Kenjiro I promise that we're gonna get married before we die!"

Semi brings his face closer to Shirabu's and smirks. "You're blushing."

"Shut up, I'm not." Shirabu buries his head on Semi's chest to hide the fact that he is, in fact, blushing. "Seriously though, do you think there's a lifetime where we never even met?"

"If we never met in those lifetimes then fuck all of them, I'd take this life with you over any other."

"Ah yes, the thrill of danger with every step." Shirabu peeks up.

"Yeah, but also the joy of having you along every step of the way." Semi comments and it's enough to make Shirabu even more of a blushing mess than he already was.

"How the hell are you so smooth!" Shirabu squeaks, slapping his boyfriend on the chest.

Semi just laughs at Shirabu's antics. "We should get some rest, it's supply run day tomorrow."

"God, I hate supply run day." Shirabu pouts, shoulders sagging.

"Don't hate it too much, who knows? Maybe we'll find something cool," Semi stops to think about what will be cool to find then his eyes light up. "Like a horse."

Horses are valuable in this time, they're fast, rideable, and don't require fuel.

Ideal mode of transport for the apocalypse.

"I'd wanna find a dog."

Shirabu read a book a few days back filled with dogs, all different breeds. Much to his surprise, Semi says Shirabu reminds him a lot of a "chihuahua" dog.

"And we're gonna find one someday." Semi takes Shirabu's hand, dragging him to their bedroom. "We'll live in our dream home with your little chihuahua and a horse."

Shirabu smiles at the thought.

The thought of their dream place has always been their goal. A place where they can live their days without worrying about walkers, food, or supplies.

A place just for them.