SONGS OF GRACE ─ Ichimatsu Matsuno

№. VIII ─ 稚拙な

This is going to be short, so I'm sorry (cause of art trades and personal projects oof), but I promise you the next chapter will be out soon! I hope you understand!

稚拙な ━ childish

His hope for sleep disappeared.

God damn it.

It wasn't that his body was hot or cold, his mind was just awake refusing him to sleep. He was used to his brothers sleeping next to him ever since he was a child. But sleeping with nobody was keeping his mind awake, seeking company. His body was aching, sleeping on him but he felt awake, his limbs heavy when he tried to move them. Everything around him was dark. His eyes were closed. All he can do is hear and feel.

He grunts and turns to the side again, trying to get comfortable for his mind to sleep. But he can't. He just can't...

It was starting to piss him off.

He senses something in front of him. His body grows suspicious and tense. He tests out the works as Ichimatsu reaches out his hands, feeling something soft. Wait, soft? That was new. His fingertips lace into it again. It was soft. Was that there before? He doesn't know.

Ichimatsu reaches out for it and grabs it, interested. He pulls it towards his chest and rubs his cheeks into it. It was so fuzzy. He hugs the item tighter. He felt the weight shift beside him, his mind still onto the softness lacing between his face and fingertips. This was nice...

A pleasurable tingle goes down his spine when he feels his scalp being massaged. Ichimatsu grows stiff, but soon relaxes into the touch of something running through his hair. It felt warm. So warm. He shuffles closer and leans his head against something.

He sighs out in content as he feels something work their way into his scalp. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

His mind grows tired, giving into the touches as he softly purrs. He licks his lips, noticing they were dry and groans quietly. One of his hands reaches out to touch what was touching him. He felt something smooth and soft. He grips it gently and pulls it towards him with the soft item in his chest as it wraps around his waist.

He breathes through his mouth, his narrowed face soon relaxed.

Eventually, he falls asleep, and doesn't wake up.

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His snore woke himself up.

Ichimatsu stirrs awake, leaning against his arm as he hutches himself upwards. Fuzz tickled his arm as he looks down and blinks, grunting.

Wait...

He sits on his bottom and crosses his legs, grabs the 'fluffy item' in his hands. It was the 'Akiko Plush.' What was it doing here? He takes a moment to think, staring into the blue eyes of the scottish fold plush. (Y/n) was sleeping with it, he knew that. When did it get there?

Ichimatsu turns his head to look at the side of the bed. There was a light indent on the pillow... next to the pillow which he slept on...

Hold up.

NO.

There's no way that--

No.

Oh fuck, oh god.

Ichimatsu's muscles tense, his body cold from the sudden thought. Ichimatsu leads his hand through the plush as he sets it down. He refuses to think that (Y/n) snuck her way into his room and slept with him. Ew god, he can't phrase it like that! It sounds like they did something that is completely out of the idea. But he doesn't know that for sure. Maybe he was just overreacting. He can't ask (Y/n) if she did. That would literally make Fukumi get the wrong idea and her eyes would bulge out of her sockets. But if he did, there's no way that (Y/n) would say, 'Oh, yeah. I did sleep with you. What's up?' Like it was a normal thing.

Ichimatsu grits his teeth, his face turning red thinking that she did sleep with him because it would make more sense why the Akiko Plush was in his arms when he woke up, a small indent on the pillow next to him, and unidentified warmth next to his body.

He stood up from the bed, his head no longer spinning. Huh, he must've gotten better over the night. That was quite surprising, he thought that Fate was going to give him AIDS or something. But as long as he was feeling better, he won't have to overstay at (Y/n)'s place. Ichimatsu opens the door, looking left and right, not knowing where to go.

He can hear oil spitting that echoed in the house, so he follows it, trying to find the source. Ichimatsu goes down the stairs, heavy weight in his stomach, anxious if he was going the wrong way. He makes it down the set of stairs and sees his house slippers and slips them on. The oil was getting louder as he walked past the set of furniture and made his way into the dining room.

"Oh! Hey, Ichi! How was your nigh--...um..." (Y/n) interrupts herself and bites on her lip, eyebrows raising. She looked like she was trying to suppress a laugh.

Ichimatsu looks down. Oh shit. He forgot that he was shirtless. He quickly rushes away, yelling, "A-Ah, I'm sorry!"

"There's a set of clothes in the bathroom for you!" (Y/n) yells behind him. Fukumi stood there with an emotionless expression on her face before she turned to (Y/n), "Did you two do something last night, hm?" She raises a brow.

(Y/n) blushes and snickers, shaking her head, "Pfft, no."

"You obviously slept with him."

(Y/n)'s blush increases, "Wh-Wha? You can't just say it like that! And how do you know?"

"I saw you coming out of his room, and made your way back into your room before I caught you," Fukumi points her finger at (Y/n), "You're not clever enough."

(Y/n) glares at Fukumi, "And how do you know that I slept with him?"

"Cause you always have that weird look in your eyes when you wake up. You look like this," Fukumi drags her index fingers down her eyes for her skin to show the pink as she sticks out her tongue.

(Y/n) snickers, "Shut up."

"And just now he was shirtless. Care to explain?"

(Y/n) scoffs, "It's nothing like that, I just washed his body with a cold rag cause he was sweating like crazy."

"Hmm, but his face seemed--"

(Y/n) bangs her head on the table repeatedly.

"Fine, I'll stop."

(Y/n) stops banging her head and just rests her forehead on the table.

Fukumi laughed again before she resumed in the kitchen. "...Are you sure he likes these?

"I think so. His brother told me he loves them."

"You think so."

"Shush..." (Y/n) rolls her eyes.