Drizzles of a Symphony • Semi Eita

❥ fifty-eighth drizzle.

❥ Soulmate AU; Where your soulmate gets a mark on his skin, the moment you fall in love with him.

• Semi x Een •

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 Semi comes back home a little after 10 pm. 

It wasn't surprising, the way he didn't notice I was seating at the couch in the dim lights, a small cup of banana yoghurt balanced on my thigh while I glance at him.

Semi didn't realise I was there until he looks up from his shoes and turns on the light.

"Een?" His voice echoes, expression softening a little after he puts his shoes in the cabinet.

"Shall I heat up some food for you?" I ask, tone a little too monotone that I'd have wanted to. But I didn't think anyone could blame me, when I get up and place the cup of yoghurt on the coffee table.

"No, just... It's okay. I ate." He explains, coming towards the sofa and taking a seat on one of the arm rests. "Sorry I missed our date, I had something to do."

"Something so huge that you even forget your phone and don't come back home for a full day?"

Semi's lips press into a thin line as his gaze averts from my eyes and lands onto the cup of yoghurt. He presses a hand on the cushion of the sofa, enough to lean towards the desk and retrieve the dessert, before he eats a spoonful.

"Een, I'll tell you about it when I feel that the time is right... It isn't, at the moment, so just trust me." He replies in between scooping spoonfuls of the yoghurt. "It's a Sunday tomorrow, shall we go out then?"

"No."

"... Why?"

"I'm told you I'm going to Osaka tomorrow with Hichimiya." I say, and Semi winces a little at the way my voice is a little too flat for his liking.

"I... Yeah. You're going there to get the tickets for the concert... Do you want me to come with you?"

"You can't get tickets now, we've talked about this, Eita-kun." I mumble, and it slips out. And Semi knows me well enough to know that I wouldn't use a suffix after his name unless I was upset, so all he does is sigh loudly, getting off from the armrest.

He takes the empty container to the wastebasket, and I glance at my left wrist; the soulmate mark is the same as it is, and I feel a little horrible at doubting him... But it still felt wrong, so I am unable to will myself to respond when Semi lets me know he's going to take a shower and get some sleep.

The sound of the shower running makes me stand up, turn the lights off and walk to Takeru's door, knocking softly. A minute passes by before my little brother opens the door, one eye half open while he stands, dressed in his pyjamas and blanket wrapped around him. He looks like a human burrito, and his face is scrunched up when it hits him that it was me.

"Were you sleeping?"

"Yeah. Past tense." He grumbles, words contradicting his actions as he opens the door enough to let me inside. He waits till I sit down on one corner of his bed, before he speaks next.

"Eita's back?"

"Yeah."

"What did he say?" Takeru wants to know, sitting beside me and I shrug in response.

"He said he'll tell me later, when he feels that it's right to tell me."

"Do all soulmates go through these weird shit all the time?" He wants to know, rolling the blanket tighter around himself, dark black fringe falling a little over his blue eyes. "Look, Een, I'm sleepy and I don't want to kick you out, so let me just go straight to the point."

I glance back up at him and see that he is making his way towards the couch on one side of his room, dragging his rolled-up blankets along.

"If you feel uncomfortable sleeping with Eita tonight, you can sleep here. But if you trust him enough, then go back to your room and get some sleep. It's late." He says, laying on the couch and tucking a pillow under his head. "But if you are going, then don't go without wiping your foggy glasses."

"I'm sorry." I say, getting up from his bed and walking towards him. "Go to your bed. Thanks, Takeru. I'm going to go back to my room."

"Your mark's the same, isn't it? You have a way of confirming; I'd never have that, anytime soon, at least."

"Yeah... Good night."

"If he does something stupid I'll punch him... but not right now, I'm really sleepy."

A smile forms on my face when I nod, acknowledging my brother's not-so-good efforts in trying to liven up the mood. Sighing, I walk back to my room, and the shower has stopped, indicating that Semi was almost done. I get on the bed, burying myself under the warmth of the comforter, and it's a few moments after I tuck myself in, when Semi gets outside. Closing my eyes shut to avoid talking to him anymore, I stay still, and at one point, I was pretty sure Semi had come to the bed to see if I was really there.

There's a little area between sleep and consciousness, and that's the place where I am, when Semi gets on the bed beside me, lifting up the comforter before he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his cool, freshly showered body. He has my face pressed against his chest and I open my eyes, eyelashes rubbing against the cotton fabric of his shirt and he smells like the kiwi shower gel I had gotten for him as a joke a while back.

Semi doesn't say anything, one hand resting at the back of my spine while the other is wrapped around my neck, fingers tangled in my hair. And I am reminded yet again that there wasn't really any need for a comforter since his warmth in the only one that is able to keep me both physically and mentally warm. And the way his fingers slowly form circles at the skin on my back, I sigh softly; it really was hard to be mad at him.

"I love you," I hear him mumble near my ear, while I am on the verge of slipping into a hazy sleep. But I hear him well because those words were only meant for me, and I can't respond, too lost to form coherent words.

"So if anything is bothering you, talk to me. I'm not good at giving you advice but I will be here for you. I won't leave when things get difficult for me, or you. So don't... ever think of... leaving."

I hum in response, and there's a pause while his grip around my neck and waist tightens. I am too sleepy to acknowledge the touch.

"Don't die."

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a/n; so, guess who's been reading a lot of angst lately-- //slapped