ֶָ֢FuKaze Week 2024 ֶָ֢ (Esp / Eng)

1.1 ༄ Whispers

Summary: Kazemaru has trouble sleeping; his dark circles become noticeable within a few days, and despite trying various methods to sleep, nothing seems to work for him until a certain brown-haired person whispers in his ear.

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Kazemaru was lying on one of the benches in the locker room; his arm covered his eyes, which burned from lack of sleep. That Saturday, they had early training, and even though he knew this, the previous night had been impossible for him to sleep.

The other members of the football club, aware of his sleeping problems, convinced him to stay in the locker room to rest, hoping he could sleep even a little. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fall asleep.

— Have you thought about taking some sleeping medication? — asked a guy with a bad reputation in a low tone that made him shudder. He removed his arm from his eyes to turn and see the person speaking.

—I've tried some, but I don't want to become dependent on them... — his ice-green eyes examined him. The owner, slowly, approached the bench, sitting on an available end.

—Have you tried any other method to sleep? — asked the young brown-haired, receiving a headshake from the guy with long hair. Crossing his arms, he pondered some possibilities. The prevailing silence in the place made any slight noise perfectly audible. With that in mind, he approached until he was close to the other. — I'll only do this once because it seems you need it. So don't misinterpret anything, okay? —

Still without receiving a response, the brown-haired's fingers went to his hair, starting to caress it, while reciting in whispers small poems about the wind. The ice eyes were fixed on the door, avoiding looking at the hazel eye that stared at him in astonishment, as he didn't expect that kind of treatment, even knowing about their good friendship.

— Open your locks... origin of the winds. — the sky-blue-haired could notice a slight blush on his companion's cheeks. But knowing it wasn't the right time to point it out, he decided to stay silent, closing his eyes and letting himself be carried away by the whispers and gentle caresses given to him.

Fudou didn't know at what point the guy had fallen asleep, he just knew he had enjoyed caressing the soft blue hair.

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