"Ah, hey Homura-!" Kuno practically squeals.

Homura goes to greet him at the door, avoiding the plentiful books and parchment scattered around the room. It looked as if he were plotting something, or maybe trying to solve something.

Homura finally reached Kuno and gave him a closed-eyed smile.

"Oh here," Kuno said, forcefully giving Homura the sculpture.

"What's this?"

Homura fumbled the package delicately in his hands, feeling for the shape.

"Is it a sculpture, or maybe a figurine?"

"Yes," Kuno said curtly. "But it's from Okano, not me."

Homura chuckled.

"Damn, I thought you had finally warmed up to me."

From down the hall, the two heard laughing and talking. It sounded like Makiko and Miyasato.

They were actually approaching quickly, and Kuno was flown into a panic.

What was he gonna do? Hide? Run? Pretend everything was fine?

Kuno and Miyasato were never really on good terms, and definitely not after the fight in the haunted house.

Why did nothing ever work out for him? What did he do to deserve this?

Only a mere three feet away, Kuno flung himself further into Homura's room, into Homura himself, pushing him out of sight of the door.

Makiko started "..so you're-"

"Yeah, I'm going to the Ferris wheel. There are some things I need to do there." Miyasato responded casually.

The two passed Homura's room and stopped at Makiko's.

"Now you be safe, okay?" Miyasato chided, gently hitting her head playfully.

"Makiko smiled.

"And you too, don't go dying on me."

"I'll see you later tonight."

"Yours?"

"Anytime."

Makiko's door shut, and footsteps disappeared down the hall.

Kuno was hyperventilating into Homura's chest.

What was it that caused him to get so worked up like this? Was it Makiko? Miyasato? Confrontation in general?

Homura was taken aback. He knew something was going on between Miyasato, Makiko, and Kuno, but never thought much of it. Homura just thought of it as some silly love triangle.

Homura gently ruffled Kuno's hair in an attempt to comfort him.

Slowly but surely, Kuno's breathing calmed and he felt better.

He didn't want to show it though, because that means that Homura would stop this. This feeling of comfort, this feeling of love.

Kuno hadn't felt this embrace for a long time, and he never thought he would again.

But this, this was heaven.

"Kuno..are you okay?" Homura finally asked after a while.

Homura wasn't stupid, he definitely knew that Kuno wasn't okay. But he still wanted Kuno to tell him what was up on his own accord.

Kuno didn't respond, he just kept his steady breathing. He certainly didn't want this moment to end.

And Homura didn't either.

Homura was enjoying this simple touch probably as much as Kuno was. This was maybe the closest he would ever get to Kuno, him having terrible trust issues and all. But he had them for good reason, especially in this case.

"Kuno..?"

Homura gently pushed Kuno away from him and grabbed his jaw with his hand, pushing Kuno's face up to his.

Kuno's head hung lazily, which confirmed Homura's suspicions.

Kuno had fallen asleep in his arms. A simple smile was plastered on his face, along with gentle tear-stained eyes.

Homura embraced him once again and held him tighter.

He never wanted to let go.

Till Death We Part: Kuno x HomuraWhere stories live. Discover now