Soraru x Mafumafu

With You - Chapter 12

Warning: This is an AU fan fiction!

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Mafumafu slowly opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling that didn't belong to his rundown room back at the hut. The warm sunlight crept into the room, and he could hear the little sparrows singing on the window sill outside. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, and sat up on the bed.

Well, he tried to.

He couldn't exactly move when the person beside him was holding him down on his waist like this. He wanted to wake him up from his slumbers, but the moment he turned to look at Soraru, he immediately dropped the idea. Based on the letters Kashitarou wrote for Amatsuki, it would seem that Soraru never properly rested at all. But it never seemed to be the case every time Mafumafu was here though. He started wondering if Kashitarou was lying to make him worry for nothing, but when Mafumafu looked closely, Soraru did look kind of exhausted.

Mafumafu placed his hand on Soraru's, and brushed gently over his knuckles with his fingers, something he would definitely not do if Soraru was awake. This was the second time he woke up beside Soraru, and it just felt... surreal. The fact that the bed was a lot warmer and comfortable with him, and the fact that he felt safe in his arms, Mafumafu wanted to say that he didn't know how he should feel about this, but oh, he definitely knew what this was.

He never wanted to put them into words. They both lived in two very different worlds after all. He, who protects and fights for the country; and him, who kills and dirties his hands with the blood of many of his victims; no matter how one looked at it, he was never one who should stand by him, be with him.

But when Soraru confessed his love for him last night-

Wait.

Soraru confessed?

"... I love you, Mafumafu,"

He suddenly remembered what he said last night before Mafumafu almost fell asleep, and his voice started playing in his head, again and again. He blushed madly, and kicked Soraru off the bed. Soraru let out a painful grunt when he fell off the bed, placing his hand on the bed before he pulled himself up, rubbing his face where it hurt.

"... What was that for?" he said, groggily.

Mafumafu collected Soraru's blankets to himself in his hands, and pulled it over his head. He would kick at Soraru if he tries to climb back into bed with him, hissing at him to keep him away. He then brought his legs up, hugging them against his chest before he buried his face into the blankets. It was too embarrassing to look at Soraru now that he remembered what happened last night.

They kissed a lot, a whole lot. They almost went at it if the princess and her servant didn't come barging into Soraru's room like that. He guessed he should be grateful for that. He should definitely thank her for last night.

He felt the bed move a little as Soraru climbed onto the bed. Mafumafu rolled himself into the blankets so that there was no way Soraru could touch him unless he peels the blankets off of him. He turned his body at where he was sitting, slowly but definitely, until his back was faced towards Soraru, still under the blankets which he constantly believed could keep himself safe from Soraru.

Soraru then placed his hand on top of Mafumafu's head over the blankets. Even without having to look, Mafumafu knew that Soraru was seated behind him, but left a comfortable distance between the both of them, in which Mafumafu very much appreciated.

"Isn't it stuffy inside?" Soraru asked. His voice was still kind of low as he just woke up.

Mafumafu shook his head.