Leaving the letter abandoned on the

Leaving the letter abandoned on the floor; he sought out the source of the noise, until he found it in the living room, taking off its suit jacket and rolling up its sleeves.

Asami turned when he heard Akihito shuffle into the room.

And then Akihito got to see all those words on paper in real life, he saw the raw concern when Asami looked at his face, his wet eyes obvious to them both. He saw the flash of protectiveness; he saw the way Asami's fingers twitched in his direction. He saw it all, until it was carefully placed behind that mask that held Asami Ryuichi together.

He broke into tears anew at seeing it all, realising the truth. It wasn't something he could handle all at once, his fists bunched in his hair as he tried to breathe.

"So, I take you found it?" Asami whispered as he stepped close.

"I… I was l-looking for a camera lens and.." he managed to choke out, giving up half way through.

There was a sigh, and a pair of arms wrapped tight around him, squeezing him so tight, so secure.

"I should have known you'd find it." The voice hummed into his hair. "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet."

"Because you wrote it as if you're going to die! If you die, I won't ever forgive you. Show some responsibility after me reading all that, you jerk." He snapped into the soft fabric of that expensive cotton shirt. The scent of Dunhills and cologne helped to calm him.

The body holding him shook as it chuckled, squeezing him tighter as it did so. "I see, if that's how it's going to be, then I'll try my best."

"That's more like it." Akihito managed to breathe out, the lump in his throat disappearing with each Asami-scent filled breath.

Asami nuzzled further into his hair, sending goosebumps down Akihito's neck as warm exhalations tickled his skin. "Please take care of me from now on, Takaba Akihito." Came the heartfelt murmur.

"I will.

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Leaving the letter abandoned on the floor; he sought out the source of the noise, until he found it in the living room, taking off its suit jacket and rolling up its sleeves.Asami turned when he heard Akihito shuffle into the room.And then Akihito got to see all those words on paper in real life, he saw the raw concern when Asami looked at his face, his wet eyes obvious to them both. He saw the flash of protectiveness; he saw the way Asami's fingers twitched in his direction. He saw it all, until it was carefully placed behind that mask that held Asami Ryuichi together.He broke into tears anew at seeing it all, realising the truth. It wasn't something he could handle all at once, his fists bunched in his hair as he tried to breathe."So, I take you found it?" Asami whispered as he stepped close."I… I was l-looking for a camera lens and.." he managed to choke out, giving up half way through.There was a sigh, and a pair of arms wrapped tight around him, squeezing him so tight, so secure."I should have known you'd find it." The voice hummed into his hair. "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet.""Because you wrote it as if you're going to die! If you die, I won't ever forgive you. Show some responsibility after me reading all that, you jerk." He snapped into the soft fabric of that expensive cotton shirt. The scent of Dunhills and cologne helped to calm him.The body holding him shook as it chuckled, squeezing him tighter as it did so. "I see, if that's how it's going to be, then I'll try my best.""Đó là giống như nó." Akihito quản lý để thở ra, khối u trong cổ họng của mình biến mất với mỗi hương thơm Asami đầy hơi thở.Asami nuzzled thêm vào mái tóc của mình, gửi goosebumps xuống Akihito của cổ như ấm exhalations tickled làn da của mình. "Hãy chăm sóc của tôi từ nay trên, Takaba Akihito." Đến murmur chân thành."Tôi sẽ.