DIPHYLLEIA GRAYI(SORAMAFU)

29 + cover change

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUX0sarFa_8

     Mafu looked devastated, and Soraru felt something come loose in his chest. His head drooped down, and he spoke, his voice quiet. "I think you need to go," he whispered, and Mafu shook his head, his fingers grasping Soraru's. "no, I want to stay with you," he insists, and Soraru glanced up, meeting the blonde's eyes. "where is Hashiyan?" he murmured, and Mafu waved towards the window, indicating what was outside. "he went home to bath and rest." his eyes met Soraru's with a kind of intensity that made Soraru uncomfortable. "I am not supposed to leave you unless Anku comes," he stated simply, and Soraru sighs. "why?" he questioned, and Mafu glanced deliberately at Soraru's bandaged wrists, causing the older to flush. "I think you know why."

       Soraru felt strangely flushed, and raised a hand to his face. It was hot, and he heard Mafu chuckle. "Soraru-san, are you hungry?" the younger inquired, but he received a small shake of the head of Soraru. "no, I don't think I'm hungry." he forced a smile at Mafu, who frowned. "are you on a diet?" "no, I just don't have the appetite," Soraru replies,  his eyes fluttering close as he presses a hand against his stomach subtly. He felt embarrassed, but the hand smoothing over the softness of his tummy's flesh brought him back to reality.

He is fat. He shouldn't really eat lunch.

         He sighs, slouching back on the bed and bit on his lip. He looked up, his eyes meeting with Mafu. The blonde is staring at him, eyes wide, waiting for something. Waiting for his response, Soraru realized, and tapped lightly on his knee. "maybe a sandwich," he finally muttered, and Mafu beamed. His happiness was so infectious, that Soraru found his despair at the thought of eating dissipating and soon, he nodded a little, a smile tugging on his lips. "good. Now just stay here, I'll get you your food." Mafu smiled at him one last time before disappearing outside the room.

          "who is that?" Soraru turned to see Ren, a displeased look clear on the taller's face. "a friend," Soraru replied flatly, turning back to the door. His fingers scratched idly at the blanket covering his legs, and he heard Ren sigh. "you like him?" "I don't know yet," Soraru muttered, and a small huff of breath is heard from the other side of the room. "look-" Ren started, but was interrupted by the door opening.
         "who are you talking to,  Soraru-san?" Mafu asked, pushing the door further open with his foot. His arms are filled with food, and Soraru stole a glance at Ren, who stood there, an air of malice surrounding him. "is it Ren?" Mafu continues, and Ren stared at Soraru, trusting that the male had betrayed him. "w-who is that?" Soraru tried to laugh, but he couldn't hide his stutter. He could feel Ren's presence nearing him, and gripped the blankets until his knuckles turned white, trying to stop his shaking. "Hashiyan told me," the blonde whispered, his eyes wide and pretty. Soraru gnawed on his bottom lip, as he felt the bed sink down under Ren's weight. The male feel so real, even when Mafu is gripping his left hand and whispering soft nothings into his ear.
 
          "baby, baby, he isn't real," Mafu whispered furiously as Soraru's body shook with unshed tears. The male felt Ren's fingers dragging down his skin, and shuddered, letting out a soft broken cry. He gripped Mafu's shoulder, his eyes opening and closing as he tried to get a grip on reality. On what's real and what's not. Mafu's brain worked furiously to know how to fix this situation, and running out of ideas, he sunk his teeth down on Soraru's bared shoulder, and heard the older gasp, as if waking from a dream.

A nightmare, in this case.

         Once Soraru had gotten his bearings, he stared at the blonde, feeling a stinging pain where Mafu had bitten him. "did you just bite me?" he murmured, clearly still in a daze, and Mafu shrugged, cheeks rosy pink. "it's the only way I can think of. Sorry." Soraru face him a watery smile, his eyes red rimmed, and he shook his head.

       "sometimes Ren comes in in the worst times. I should be the one apologizing," Soraru replies, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Mafu watched him quietly,  setting down the food on the table before he nudges Soraru, telling the other to scoot over so that he can have a seat. The older did exactly that, his face clouding over with confusion. The younger sits on the bed, and made sure their hands are clasped together, and practically forces Soraru to rest his head on his shoulder.
        "there. Sleep well. I'll wake you up for food later." Soraru smiles weakly, murmuring a quiet thank you before closing his eyes.

Before drifting away, he swore he heard Mafu mumble something, but it was too soft, too quick for him to catch.