Song of Unspoken Feelings

love's melody

From his office, Ayato could hear soft humming. At first, he didn't mind; in fact, the soft humming helped him concentrate on his work more. That was until the nice soft humming turned into actual singing. The voice was amazing, truly. However, his lack of sleep had made the man angry.

Ayato stood up, looking for the source of the angelic singing as he thought of multiple insults to hurl. Just then, he had reached the entrance to the kitchen.

"Alright, which one of you is singing so loudly. Let me work in pea-" Ayato started.

He stood there, staring at Thoma. His voice filled the room and Ayato's head. Suddenly, all he could think about was the way Thoma's voice flowed with the music, the way he looked so attractive when he used the ladle he was using to cook as a mic.

"Thoma... Oh, my Archons!" Ayato exclaimed, catching Thoma's attention. Putting his hand to his head dramatically, he pretended to faint.

"My Lord!" Thoma said, rushing to catch him.

Thoma gently carried Ayato into his arms, observing his body for any bruises or scratches. He hardly notices when Ayato tucks a strand of his hair behind his ear and smiles.

"My Lord, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" Thoma asks, worriedly.

"No, Thoma, I'm not okay!" The man responds, once again bringing his hand to his forehead, sighing dramatically.

Thoma sits him upright, still hugging the man and feeling for any obvious bruises. Ayato's facade slightly falters as he feels Thoma's hands supporting the square of his back. Smirking slightly, he brings his hand to Thoma's face.

"What can I do to make you feel better? Do you want to see a doctor? Or would you just like some bedrest?" Thoma asks, watching as Ayato pulls his hand away from his face and back to his forehead.

"Sing for me, Thoma."

He blinks. Then he blinks again. Was he serious? Thoma watched as Ayato turned his head to face the wall, smirking slightly.

"Pardon?"

"Oh, Thoma! Your angelic voice is the only cure for my sickness, will you come to my aid and help me recover?" Ayato exclaims, making dramatic hand gestures to emphasize

Just then, Thoma gave up on supporting Ayato's body and let him fall to the floor. First, Ayato had gone off to go beetle-fighting with Itto without telling him and now he's doing... whatever this is.

"Ow! Thoma!" Ayato whined.

Thoma reached out to help Ayato back up. If Ayato kept doing these stupid things Thoma's going to age fifty years. Although he had to admit, the compliment on his voice made him blush a little. Just a little though.

Author's Note
This was originally posted on Ao3 but then I realized I am much more familiar with writing on Wattpad. The tagging system on here is so confusing though 💀