I wake up to an empty space beside me, and a subtle call of my name signals Sasuke's imminent presence. "Sasuke?" I inquire, and he responds with a playful yell, announcing his approach. Moments later, he strides in, presenting a tray laden with breakfast. My habitual request for ramen prompts a teasing exchange.
"No ramen?" I quip, and Sasuke, ever the pragmatic partner, reminds me that a varied diet is essential. I pout, half in jest, as he approaches. "You know I would if I could," I retort, fully aware of my affinity for the iconic dish. Sasuke, with a nod, acknowledges the truth. "Believe me, I know you would if I let you, but it's not very good for you." The tray is placed on my lap, and he encourages me to eat.
"Don't worry... it's not poisoned or anything," he sarcastically reassures, and I respond with a mouthful of pancakes. "I know," I affirm after a quick swallow. Sasuke, sipping his coffee, faces my questioning gaze. "How can you drink coffee like that?" I ask, to which he replies, "I personally love black coffee." While he finds it good, I discreetly find it disgusting. My reluctance to share this doesn't go unnoticed, but I choose not to spoil his enjoyment.
A tender kiss on my head precedes Sasuke's announcement of his impending departure for work. Expressing concern, I ask, "You don't think that 'they' might find me here?" Sasuke contemplates my question, assuring me that the chances are slim. "They shouldn't look here. They need proof that you're here to come inside while I'm gone. Stay inside, and don't go near the windows either. Ok?" His instructions delivered, he heads off with a final "Got it! I love you! Have a good day at work!"
As Sasuke leaves, I find myself alone with my thoughts. The morning sunlight filters through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. I contemplate the shift in my life – from a tumultuous existence with abusive foster parents to a haven with Sasuke and his caring mother, Mikoto. The contrast is stark, and gratitude fills my heart.
The minutes tick by, and I explore Sasuke's home – a sanctuary that has become my refuge. The walls echo with the memories we've created together. I glance at the clock, realizing that an hour has passed since Sasuke left for work. A subtle restlessness sets in, and I decide to occupy myself, exploring the various corners of Sasuke's abode.
The living room, adorned with tasteful décor, reflects Sasuke's penchant for simplicity and elegance. A framed photo catches my eye – a snapshot of Sasuke and me, captured in a moment of genuine happiness. It's a reminder of the love we share and the solace we find in each other's company.
Moving to the kitchen, I notice the remnants of breakfast – a testament to Sasuke's thoughtfulness. The aroma of coffee lingers, and I contemplate trying a sip despite my reservations about its taste. As I pour myself a cup, I can't help but smile, appreciating the small joys that Sasuke brings into my life.
With coffee in hand, I venture into the bedroom, a cozy space filled with the warmth of our shared moments. The bed, a haven of comfort, beckons me to sit and reflect. I find myself immersed in gratitude for the haven Sasuke has provided, a stark contrast to the turmoil of my past.
As the day unfolds, I delve into various activities – reading a book Sasuke left on the bedside table, scrolling through my phone to check messages, and even attempting to cook a simple meal in the well-equipped kitchen. The hours pass in a comforting routine, punctuated by the occasional glance at the clock, counting down the moments until Sasuke returns.
The sound of the front door opening signals Sasuke's return from work. I rush to greet him, eager to share the details of my day and revel in the comfort of his presence. Sasuke, with a tired yet content smile, embraces me, and we settle into the familiarity of our shared space.
The evening unfolds with shared laughter, exchanged stories, and the comforting rhythm of our routine. As night falls, we find ourselves entwined in the intimacy of our shared bed, grateful for the haven we've created together. The moonlight spills through the window, casting a gentle glow on our intertwined figures as we drift into a peaceful slumber, embracing the promise of a new day in our shared sanctuary.
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I Love You To The Moon And Back
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