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C-ta stared at the other for a moment. He knew what that demon was. He wished he could put A-ya’s fears to rest, but if A-ya found out that he had been watching him… Well. He didn’t want to know what would happen.

{✘} —- “Let’s go to my place then. If you feel safer there then we’ll go there.”

He didn’t know what he would do if A-ya ever found out that he was watching him. He was scared of that happening.

{✘} —- “That’s good! And I’m fine. Don’t worry, A-ya.~ Do you want to go over to your place and hang around? Or over to my place? Unless you want to stay here… I just wanna spend some time with my favorite person.”

C-ta grinned, propping up his head on his hand. He put his other hand over on one of A-ya’s, holding onto it. He was just glad to be around A-ya. He didn’t care where he was.

He did want some cuddles though.

    The sudden action forced A-ya to look C-ta in the eyes,       although he couldn’t say it wasn’t for a particularly bad       reason. He’d grabbed C-ta’s hand countless times, anyway.       Even if C-ta did the same, it was still strange to him knowing       that someone would want to openly show affection to him.       He was never good with this kind of thing.

      “I’ve spent enough time here, so it’s fine if we go back.        Wherever-”

       Although...in his home, A-ya had been feeling that gaze        stronger than ever...

    When A-ya’s mom said she would take off work for the day,       A-ya was actually happy about it. It was unusual for him to       feel anything but apathy or annoyance, so it came as a pleasant       surprise. However, the reasoning behind it wasn’t exactly       that; A-ya’s lungs once again betrayed him, and his mom was       able to tell he was simply hiding his condition worsening, so       she forced him to stay home that day. It wasn’t that he exactly       enjoyed going to school, it was the fact that the rumors there,       and the occult club, were more or less the only activities he       looked forward to. He didn’t have much time to protest that        morning, though, for his exhaustion which grew from going to       school for multiple days ill finally caught up to him.

C-ta was far too used to A-ya’s negativity. So much that he barely noticed it anymore. As long as A-ya was with him, it didn’t matter anymore. Long as A-ya was around him, no harm will come to him and he will be able to protect him.

C-ta sat down next to the raven haired boy, just staring at him. He always did this. Even when A-ya was right next to him and he could easily hear him. No. A-ya NEEDED him around.

{✘} —- “How are you feeling?”

He loved A-ya too much for his own, and A-ya’s, good. 

    Completely oblivious to C-ta staring at him (or perhaps choosing to be),       A-ya figured he spent enough time looking through this particular book.       He leaned back in the chair, suddenly becoming aware that he’d been       here longer than he first thought. Oh, well.

     Upon the totally predictable question, A-ya responded immediately, not      thinking about things like honesty or extending the conversation. It wasn’t      that he didn’t want C-ta around -- A-ya was actually starting to get lonely,      even though he wouldn’t actually admit that. Maybe he actually didn’t      want to feel so cynical. He didn’t know. His feelings were always       muddled and it was one thing he didn’t want to analyze.

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A-ya was his best friend. Nothing would change that. 

C-ta always protected him. He followed him and watched him as he slept. A-ya had no clue it was him that was doing it. But he wasn’t going to let him find out. Ever. A-ya couldn’t find out.

{✘} —- “Hey A-ya!”

He walked up to his friend, who had been sitting in the library by himself. He was glad he could him at least.

   A-ya had always been cynical. He didn’t remember a time where     he was content without some sort of anxiety or complaint. Even     if he tried, it just didn’t work out for him. Life was too boring, too     mundane --  what was one to do in a situation like that?

    That was how the resigned teen found himself in the library     once again, researching probably-too-surreal urban legends,     wishing too much for something interesting that wouldn’t happen.

    As he flipped a page, A-ya recoiled at an unexpected voice.     He recognized the voice immediately, of course -- C-ta was     probably the one person A-ya was fine being around in most     situations. That being said, the only acknowledgement of his     presence was a quick glance to the other before returning to     his book. It was then, for once, A-ya realized he probably     took advantage of C-ta’s patience too much with his blatant     rejection of social norms.

C-ta let his eyes fall shut. He was kind of tired. He wanted to sleep with A-ya in his arms were he could protect him. He didn’t want to move at all. This was perfect how he was at this very moment.

{✘} —- “I’m fine A-ya… I’m comfy like this.”

C-ta was smiling, and starting to fall asleep. But he wanted to stay awake, so he could make sure A-ya stayed in his arms and stayed with him.

    After C-ta spoke, A-ya couldn’t help laughing just a bit.       He wasn’t used to things like this, but it made him happy.      The lull of sleep was pulling him in, bringing his guard       down -- and as his eyelids became harder to open,       he looked up to C-ta with the lazy, genuine smile he was       normally so afraid of showing to anyone.