A Pile of Soramafu/Mafusora Stories

A Safe Place

A/N:
Soramafu or Mafusora? Feel free to represent it as you would like in this chapter, but I feel the strong hints of Mafusora.

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It was a peaceful place.

His favorite place.

In the hold of his boyfriend, his head was patted gently. Curling up on the bed, he just buried his face to the younger male's chest, listening to his steady heart beat and feeling the warm radiating from him, relishing the peaceful he gained this moment.

"I don't like his voice, you know," Soraru stated, voice low, knowing his lover would hear him with how close they were.

Feeling Soraru nuzzled slightly to him, Mafu giving his frame a soft grip, pulling him deeper to his embrace.

"... Yeah..." a simple yet sincere respond. Whoever could sense it from his soft, light voice. Mafu scooted closer to Soraru, combing his hair with more affection.

Soraru smiled, knowing how earnest his lover was despite how simple the male was, "It was too loud..."

"I must admit so. I heard a loud banging noise from your apartement, I thought something was happened to you. Well... something did happen," Mafu chuckled dryly at the end of his sentences. Soraru hummed, nodded in amuse, too lazy to let out any much voice.

"I hate him," Soraru closed his eyes, trying to test out what kind of response Mafu will give to him.

"Yeah, I know it..." Mafu's whisper floated up in tender voice.

"I don't like him..."

His voice was hoarse and desperate. Soraru's brows furrowed.

Soraru literally bundled up himself even more to him then, trying to find comfortable space in his favorite place, in his safe zone. Mafu pulled Soraru closer to him knowing it, brought his face closer to the male, comforting him by the gestures. Mafu hummed while nodded, once again as the answer for Soraru's statement.

The older male inhaled before he trailed, "Why did he have to come here in the first place?" The first time his voice tainted with deep emotion after a while, heavy of demand. Mafu understood that at this rate, Soraru had just really blurted out his anger, frustration. Mafu frowned slightly, quickly throw it off of his face. He tried to search for nice sentences.

"... It's a glad thing he has been out now,"

Mafu chuckled wryly, again. He just could not find the right words to be said now. He merely voiced out soft comfort to Soraru, the words Soraru likely would love to hear, something to make him feel safe, comfort, relieved in his own space. That was why he built safe place for the older male in the first place.

Sighed, Soraru let the calmness took him over, relieved. He felt the burden in his chest gradually ebb away. Maybe a little nap would not be hurt, he thought.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm glad it's just the two of us now."

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A/N: It is up to you to decide who "he", the person Soraru hates in this story, is, of course, except Mafu :'> because even if it does not make sense, but to think the person is actually Mafu... it hurts too much for me and feels like it would be really dark...

Thank you for reading :'>