His Spring Symphony

Chapter Twenty: A Day in Life in Hunter's Mind

{A/N} Hunter and Haru's aesthetic!! ^^
It's only the second month of the semester and I already fucking died *sighs until I reach Mars*

But! Here's Chapter 20! Vote. Comment. Anything.

ENJOY :D -Amni

HUNTER

     It was weird for him. For him to feel the warmth after for so long. When she smiled, he felt that he could do anything, he could be free. But, does he wanted to be free? Especially after seeing Nijiiro? That boy's wrath made him felt the cold around him. He had already been in the bathroom with his exposed torso and a towel around his waist for quite sometime now.

    "Haru... you should rest."

    "Ohhh! Okay..." She smiled again and went to Hunter's arms. Hunter didn't know what to do when her forehead roughly hit his chest. He coughed from the impact. His body went hot again when he felt her fingers brushing his scars. "Sad...but beautiful..." the light touch from the upper part of his scar through his waist made him felt this excitement zeal boiling in his body. Her touch was light and soft and it drove him crazy.

     "Haru..." He sighed. I'm not supposed to be like this.

    He slowly squatted and lifted Haru up. The confused expression off his bride faded as she started to close her eyes.

    She had faced so much troubles today. She should rest.

    Haru wasn't heavy. Yet Hunter struggled to carry her to the bed as he slowly felt the towel around his waist started to sag down.

    He almost squealed in relief when he successfully arrived in the bed. He put Haru slowly, making sure she was comfortable. He sat beside her sleeping body, took off her socks and covered her body with his comforter. His hand then went up and swept her hair from covering her face.

    Her breaths were soft and calm. She was actually already asleep. Running his fingers through her hair, Hunter's lips lifted to a small smile.

    Haru had always been pretty. Regal. Poised. Her cupid's bow was deep and gave her upper lip a heart shape. Her pouty lips were red and soft. Her small eyes were pretty as any kind of shapes of eyes...

    Hunter's fingers stopped as he bending down, near her face. Daisies. She smelled like daisies as his lips were near to her forehead, as his nose was near to her hair.

   He kissed her; his lips slowly and softly touched her forehead.

   Hunter knew that he wasn't supposed to be like this, but, he had wanted to kiss her since that day when his drunk self was insecure if Haru actually liked her or not. It was crazy for him to the thought of that.

    It was stupid to think of wanting to kiss her. Yet, it has a deeper meaning of why he wanted to kiss her.

   Kiseki.

    To get over Kiseki. To move on. To run away.

    And she was in front of him. His bride. A person who was meant for him. For him to love, sleep with, to feel with.

   Yet, he knew. She wasn't ready. He himself wasn't ready. Wasn't he?

    When his lips touched her forehead, he would either want it more or just think that the idea was ridiculous.

    Yet, he felt iffy. It was a ridiculous idea, yet he would try again. Try anything to get over the memories, of him, of the man who smiled, who smiled made his eyes became narrowed, where his gums were showed, where his dark eyes shone brightly to Hunter. Just the same as the woman who was sleeping beside him.