The Sailing Ship (KomaHina)

||Chapter Six|| Day Three, Evermore

*screams in smut in this chapter*

Hajime woke up the next day in his bed, alone. Huh? Where's Nagito? I thought I slept next to him. The thought of his lover not being near him when he's in critical condition scared him. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as he leaped out of bed and ran up to the dock.

Thankfully Nagito stood there at the edge. The brunette looked around and saw that no one was nearby. He figured that it must be too early for anyone else to be awake.

Hajime walked up behind him and Nagito spun around, surprised. "Hinata-kun! What are you doing up this early?" The sun glistened on the water ahead of them, peeking out from the landmasses surrounding the gulf. Hajime figured it must be around five-thirty in the morning.

"I could ask you the same thing, dummy." Hajime wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, pulling him into a hug. "How do you feel?"

"Honestly," the albino sighed, "I feel a lot better than I did yesterday. I feel like I'm more in control."

Hajime looked up at him and smiled, "that's good!" Hajime didn't understand how, if it got worse every day, he could feel better all of a sudden. He decided it must be his boyfriend's amazing luck. He stepped back, keeping one hand around the boy's waist, the other used to caress his cheek.

"Oh, Hajime . . ." his partner leaned into the touch. "I don't know what I would do without you. To think that you have stuck by trash lik- Mmmrph!"

Hajime slapped his hand over Nagito's mouth. "No, you aren't trash. Would you just shut up about stuff like that?"

The boy stopped struggling and just nodded, resulting in Hajime taking his hand off his mouth and starting to play with his lover's hair. "So fluffy~" He teased, curling one strand of it around his finger. Much to Nagito's disappointment, he pulled it back. "Ew. Kind of greasy. Do you ever take care of yourself?"

"Of course I do, Hajime! But if you wish me to be cleaner, I shall go take a shower readily."

The brunette hummed, pondering this thought. "Okay. Let's go get you cleaned up."

"Let's? As in us both?" Nagito stuttered, confused.

"Only if you want to."

Nothing can make me decline an offer to take a shower with Hajime, the boy thought, a smile playing on his lips. "Oh um sure."

Nagito allowed his partner to pull him to his room, the room that they had slept together before. We almost made love . . . wouldn't that be amazing? The albino laughed to himself.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to get undressed?" Hajime asked, tapping his foot impatiently.

Nagito hurriedly took off his clothes, as to not make his partner mad. He stepped into Hajime's shower, which was decked with all different types of shampoos and body wash. A much wider variety than he had. Slightly bending down, Nagito turned on the water.

Soon enough, Hajime joined in behind him, also naked. Not going to lie, this is a little weird . . . but nice, Nagito thought to himself once again. He found himself doing that a lot these past few days.

The boy reached out to get the shampoo, but Hajime grabbed his hand. "Could . . . could I do it?"

"I don't mind, Hajime." He said in response, smiling.

The sound of Hajime lathering the shampoo in his hands was masked by the sound of the water hitting the brunette. "Okay, tilt your head up and close your eyes."