💕💫 Danganronpa Naegami Oneshots 💫💕

💕💫 Naegami: Late Nights 💫💕

He was working late again.
Again was the key word and it killed Makoto from the inside out. Alone was what he was despite his relationship. All he was is some kind of trophy boyfriend to the heir, was the only thought stuck in his mind. The boy was not usually so negative, but without him there it was not easy to be so bright. It felt like weeks. There was always a false promise that he would come home and spend time with him.
Shifting and shielding himself from the fluorescent lighting of the room that shooed the darkness away, he collapsed into his negativity like a landslide, not even trying to stop it.
Despair, he thought to himself and winced. That was the last thing he wanted to feel, knowing how he could hope and how it felt. It felt to hope. Hope for the willowy orchid on the windowsil in their kitchen to stay alive because it reminded him of the progeny. Hope for him to come home and hold him, just a moment, even if it was just a brush of the hand for a second. But he tried to push it out of his mind. For there was no use dreaming anymore. If anything would change its because Togami allowed it to and wanted to. Its seemed to the brunette that he had the world at his fingertips and he chose to let it go to waste at his own accord, sand carelessly falling through an hourglass.
A welling prescence was in his eyes and he blinked furiously, the feeling escaped him and heavy tearful lashes were burdened with carrying out the repetetive routine of crying. Closing his eyes, he relieved himself of the stinging feeling that he had felt because of his tears. Sleep. Sleep will fix it. You can forget that way, Makoto.

His hair was dappled with snow and sleet, like a sleek cat snaking through an alleyway, pelt sprinkled in dots of fallen sky. It was cold and miserable, but it was the trek to his car. Even inside the pulsating vehicle, there was a familar coldness that he didnt like: He wanted to defrost. Not just physically; the blonde was used to the temperature of the outside world, but his heart? He wanted it to be spring again, melting it into a puddle despite the consequences it would bring. He couldn't tell if he was foolish for neglecting Naegi, or for beating himself up over it. It was drilled into him that there was no need for these feelings, but he got himself tangled up in this anyhow. Everyone he had talked to had warned him that this would do the two of them nothing but bitterness and feeling defeated and sunken, he was starting to believe in it.
Driving, there was no traffic. It was smooth sailing, mainly because it was almost eleven in the evening. Late nights he was accustomed too and never stopped to think of the boy sitting at home, watching the snow, or making a painting, or sleeping peacefully. No. He wasn't doing any of that. He was upset, and rightfully so. But every night was the same, airplane mode, he would sleep in a seperate bed and wake up in the morning before him, and leave.
There were texts, and that was it. They were never like they were in the summer after graduating Hope's Peak.
It was fireworks, literally. They stayed up taking turns asking questions to one another and finding out secrets, making promises and having moments where they would think and say the same things. Makoto had changed him, and he had realized it and loved him for it.

Loved.

Don't say that. Like it's something in the past. You love him. Do you?

He opened the door and the warm air hit him. Thank god. Although his bones were freezing, Byakuya took a moment to breathe in the new air and enjoy it. Finding himself at a loss for words, he started off, prepared to continue his routine as he had done every night so far, pushing the thought of his boyfriend far from his mind.
But then, he heard it. The heart-wrenching sniffles and sobs. They were quiet, muffled and hushed as if he was trying to hide. Twisting the heir the wrong way, he stopped outside his door and listened in the slightly ajar opening.
Naegi was curled in a ball under the sheets, unable to sleep. The remedy that once cleared him temporarily of his emotional outbursts was not working its magic tonight. Togami opened the door slowly and approached on his feet lightly, sitting at the edge of the bed haphazardly.
Feeling this, the luckster flinched. Reaching out of the blankets, he waved to his partner halfheartedly in an attempt to prove he wasnt ignoring him, stifling his sobs to appease him. Dont let him see..
Pressing his own larger hand to the smaller boy's, Byakuya intertwined their fingers. The two exchanged no words, but Makoto pulled off the blankets and released himself, flinging himself at the taller boy, attaching to him.
At first, he was surprised, but then he smiled a sorrowful smile as he wrapped one arm around him. Nothing was said, but there was an understanding that Makoto Naegi was not gonna be spending any more nights alone.