Soraru x Mafumafu

With You - Chapter 8

Warning: This is an AU fan fiction!

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Soraru was right. There wasn't a single soul the entire time Soraru carried him in his arms, and walked down the long corridors. There were so many corridors, Mafumafu could barely remember how many were there, and where they were.

"... Where are you taking me?"

"My room,"

"Are you out of your mind?!" hissed Mafumafu.

Soraru ignored him, and continued walking.

Mafumafu opened his mouth, wanting to say something more but words refused to come out, so he closed it back up to not make himself look too much like a fool. He could feel blood rushing to his face, and he couldn't imagine how he must look right now. It was not as if Soraru was going to do anything to him. They were both men after all.

Soraru was quiet after that, and it made Mafumafu wonder what had occupied his mind right now. He felt that he had no say in anything in this situation since he couldn't exactly move properly.

He tightened his hold that were around Soraru's neck, gaining Soraru's attention but Soraru quickly looked away, and started walking faster. Mafumafu lowered his head, and leaned against Soraru's shoulder, wanting to feel closer to him even if it was just a little.

Soraru finally slowed down when he came up to a door. Mafumafu let go of one hand, and reached out to twist the doorknob, and Soraru pushed it open with his leg, stepping into the room together with him in his arms. He kicked the door lightly behind him, closing it before he moved to the back of the room and placed Mafumafu down on the bed.

"... Soraru-san?"

Soraru patted his head, and let his hand move down from the top of his head to cup his cheek. Mafumafu leaned into his palm on reflex, and rubbed his cheek against it.

"Wait for me," he said. "Don't go anywhere,"

He waited until Mafumafu nodded his head before he left his side. Geez, it was not like I could move anyway, thought Mafumafu. He was being treated like a child. He was upset with it, but it was not as if he disliked it.

He felt the side of his lips lift up as it formed a smile. Mafumafu covered the bottom half of his face with his hands. He couldn't stop smiling when he thought about how Soraru trusted him, at how he treated him.

It had been a while since he met Soraru, and Soraru didn't seem to be at optimal condition, but when he was able to feel the warmth of his hands like this again, he was amazed at how much it put him at ease. It was as if his body already registered and recognised his everything, and accepted him as if it was the most natural thing to do. He was filled with a strange happiness that he was not familiar with.

What was this? It was as though Mafumafu was madly in love with Soraru, isn't it?

Mafumafu let out his breath carefully after that realization, and it was then when Soraru came back in with a tray. He stared at him as he walked towards him, knelt down, and held the tray out at him. There were food placed nicely on plates, and there was even a fork and a spoon for him to use. He looked back up at Soraru with a questioning look on his face.

"Eat," he only left him with one word.

Mafumafu shook his head. He pushed the tray back at Soraru.

"... Soraru-san should have it,"

"I'm fine-"

"You're not, I can see that," Mafumafu cut him off. He picked up his hand, and brought it up to Soraru's face, carefully caressing his cheek before letting his fingers trail down his jawline. It was obvious that during the days they didn't meet, Soraru had lost a considerable amount of weight, and it felt painful seeing him like this. "Eat, Soraru-san,"