family

A/N: hi i'm total mikayuu trash but if you're reading this you probably are too

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He had a dream.

Waking suddenly, he rubbed his arms, feeling the chill crawling through the open window, and  even with the body of a sixteen-year-old dead for years, it made him shiver.

The wind called to him like the voice of a loved one from outside his window, moving his curtains, as well as himself to tears.

Run, it sang, just take him and run.

I can't, he replied, he's finally happy...

Minutes passed and he lay himself back down, but he simply couldn't fall asleep again. The darkness refused to take him in, refused to give him a bright home and a warm meal and a way to forget.

A way to forget everything.

Footsteps sounded outside his door but his exhausted mind didn't react in time and before he could wipe the tears from his face and pretend to be fine, okay, happy, the door opened.

Two pairs of eyes met in the grey light of just-before-dawn, and silently, the green pair asked a question.

Are you okay?

The other pair, red from more than just crying, looked back. They said nothing, but the green irises understood.

The boy with black hair and green eyes tiptoed over to the other's bed and climbed in, sliding between the sheets.

He wrapped his arm around the other boy's waist, his head on his shoulder, his dark hair mixing with the blond's.

The crying boy lifted his head to look at the other. "Yu-"

A hand clamped over his mouth, bringing silence back to the room. "Sleep."

A small smile appeared underneath the hand, and together in the stillness of the first light of day, they slept.

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The blond woke late the next day to sunlight streaming in through the blinds and a heavy weight on his chest.

He cracked one eye open and his vision was immediately assaulted by a mess of black hair. Irritated, he was about to shove the other boy off of him when he realized that he was still sleeping.

He looked so much more peaceful in his sleep.

If only he'd be this quiet while awake, he smiled.

There was only one downside to him sleeping, and it happened to be a major one- his eyes were hidden from the world.

The brilliant green irises filled with colour, filled with life. His own red eyes were dull in comparison.

His entire being was dull in comparison.

The other boy, he was like the sun; he was always full of fire, always moving, breathing, fighting. And all the while he was fiercely loving his family, protecting them even at the cost of his own life.

Even as a child he'd been overprotective of the ones he got close to, his black hair flying and green eyes blazing, always looking for a fight.

His eyes...

The boy's mind wandered as he imagined how vivid and alive the other's eyes would look in this golden light.

He snapped back into focus at the sound of a voice.