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hiromi is just like your dead husband nanami (ăŁââ¸â c)
it's in ways that make your chest ache.
itâs the way he loosens his tie when he walks through the doorâtwo tugs, then a slow pull, the same exact rhythm your kento used every evening.Â
youâre standing in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove you already canât taste, and for a second you forget. you turn, expecting to see that tired, gentle smile, the one that always made you feel like coming home was worth it. but itâs higuruma. his tie is draped over his shoulder now, and heâs looking at you like he knows exactly what just happened in your head.
"long day?" he asks, his voice low and careful. you nod. he doesnât push it, he just steps behind you and rests his hand on your lower back, the same spot your kento always touched when he wanted you to know he was there without crowding you. your eyes burn. you keep stirring.
"youâre doing it again," he murmurs after a moment.Â
"doing what?"Â
"stirring the same spot. you used to tell him it helped you think."Â
you stop. the wooden spoon hovers above the pot. "i didnât realize i was doing that."Â
"i know." his thumb traces a small circle against your spine. "itâs alright."
he reads the newspaper at the table the way your kento didâpages folded neatly, one hand resting on his chin, his brow furrowed in that particular way that made him look older than he was. you watch him from the doorway sometimes, your arms crossed, your heart doing something complicated in your chest.Â
your kento used to mutter under his breath when he disagreed with an article. higuruma does the same thing. same cadence. same quiet disdain. you wonder if he knows heâs doing it. you wonder if youâre slowly erasing nanami by noticing these things, or if youâre keeping him alive by seeing him in someone else.
"this writerâs an idiot," higuruma mutters, flipping the page.Â
"whatâd he say?"Â
"that overtime is a sign of dedication."Â
you smile despite yourself. "how stupid."
when higuruma makes tea, he always pours yours first. he always lets it steep exactly three minutes, the way you once mentioned liking it. your kento had done that tooâquietly, without fanfare, like it was the most natural thing in the world to remember how you took your tea.Â
you sit across from higuruma at the kitchen table, steam rising between you, and you donât know whether to thank him or cry. so you just sip, and he watches you over the rim of his own cup, his eyes dark and knowing and unbearably kind.
"youâre quiet tonight," he says.Â
"just thinking."Â
"about him?"Â
you hesitate. "sometimes i kiss your mole and forget whose face iâm looking at."Â
higuruma touches the small dark spot on his left cheek without thinking. "itâs still mine. even when you forget."
even at night, when he touches you, itâs almost too much.
he undresses you the way your kento didâslow and methodical, like heâs got all the time in the world and nowhere else heâd rather be. his fingers work each button, each clasp, with the same careful precision. when your dress pools at your feet, he steps back to look at you, his gaze traveling over your body like heâs memorizing it. your kento used to do that too. like you were something worth studying.
"youâre beautiful," higuruma says, the same words nanami always used. not a compliment. a fact.Â
"you sound like him."Â
"i know, baby." he reaches out, tracing your collarbone with one finger. "does it hurt?"Â
"yes."Â
"do you want me to stop?"Â
"no."
higuruma kisses you the same wayâdeep, unhurried, his hand cradling the back of your head like you might break if heâs not careful. youâre on the bed now, your back against the pillows, and heâs hovering over you, his weight familiar and foreign all at once.Â
when he pushes inside you, itâs slow and deep, his forehead pressed to yours. you close your eyes. and for a momentâjust a momentâyou let yourself pretend. the weight of him, the rhythm of his hips, the way he breathes your name against your neck like itâs a prayer.Â
it could be your kento. it could be. your hands find higurumaâs back, your nails digging in, and you bite your lip to keep from saying the wrong name.
he notices. of course he does. he always does.
"stay with me," he whispers, his voice rough, his thrusts never faltering. "i know where you go. but i need you here. with me." you open your eyes and heâs looking at you, his face inches from yours, his expression open and raw and so painfully understanding it makes you want to sob.Â
"iâm sorry," you breathe.Â
he shakes his head, his lips brushing yours. "donât be. justâstay."
you do. you stay. you let him fuck you gently, his hand finding yours, fingers intertwining above your head. he doesnât rush, he know how to give you what you need, what youâre willing to take, and when you cum, itâs with his name on your lipsâhis name, not your kento's, though the ghost of it lingers in the back of your throat like something you canât quite swallow.
after, he holds you the way he didâyour back to his chest, his arm draped over your waist, his breath warm against your neck. you stare at the wall, your eyes dry now, your heart a complicated tangle of grief and guilt and something that might be love, if you let it.
"iâm not him," higuruma says quietly, his voice already thick with sleep. "i know that. but iâm here. and iâm not going anywhere."
you reach up and press your lips to the mole on his cheek, the same one you used to kiss on nanami. itâs warm beneath your mouth. real and present.
"i know," you whisper against his skin. "iâm trying to remember that."
he kisses your temple, his arm tightening around you. "take your time. iâll still be here when you do."
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