Erase.

He’s been thinking a lot lately.

He doesn’t usually let other’s words get to him, but this time they had, it seemed, only after he thought about it for a while.

Maybe it would’ve been better if he was the one taken first. If he hadn’t ran from that fight just because Hizashi told him to. I’d he stayed, Hizashi wouldn’t have…

No. He can’t think like that. The past is the past… Besides.. He would never want Hizashi to feel the things he felt in those three long years that he thought he was dead. No, it’s better this way. He can protect him like this— They can protect themselves and each other like this. As nomu, they’re strong. Though it took… much pain and suffering to get here…

The one thing he can say he’s grateful for.. is Hizashi, and just how resilient he is. And he loves him, so much…

Hizashi moves to sit next to him, gently nidging him with his elbow before moving a clawed hand to card through that large mass of soft, dark hair. He leaned over, affectionately bumping his nose against his temple, his free hand moving to Shouta’s arm and gently squeezing.

Hizashi’s sacrifice was a touchy subject between them. Even more so with what happened to Shouta afterwards. However, he would make that sacrifice over and over again if given the chance. Shouta meant everything and more to him—He meant more to Hizashi then his own life, clearly.

The man sighs as fingers run through his hair, eyes closing. He leans against Hizashi, quiet for a long moment. He doesn’t like talking about his own feelings, believing them to not be important and not wanting anyone to needlessly worry about him. But Hizashi… wouldn’t accept that.

Slow, tired blinking…

Ah yes.. This is nice…

Make them angry, scare them, or make them sad. Give them a shock or brighten their day. Fluster or frustrate or infuriate, it’s your call. 

Alright—it was weird hearing him yell that name in this voice, but it didn’t matter at this point. The blonde had made a quick beeline to his husband when he saw him, hands moving to the others shoulders.

He stares at him for a moment, looking confused.

The ‘tyrant’ gave out a loud whine, letting go of him almost immediately when he saw him flinch. The blonde’s foot started to tap rapidly—a very common thing for Hizashi to do when his anxiety built up. He had to...prove it to him, somehow..

It seems like he’s... trying to imply that he’s Hizashi, or something— With the speech pattern and calling him ‘Sho’... This is a really weird game he’s playing at but... Whatever, he’ll play along.

“Uhm... What was.. the name of that cat.. we found when we were kids...?”

Alright—it was weird hearing him yell that name in this voice, but it didn’t matter at this point. The blonde had made a quick beeline to his husband when he saw him, hands moving to the others shoulders.

He stares at him for a moment, looking confused.

There’s a pause from the nomu when words are spoken to him, multicolored eyes moving to look over at him. Curiosity filled the orbs, his mind processing words as blackened claws stopped anxiously scratching at his speakers. He blinked and looked at his clawed hands to see blood–he had been scratching too much, opening the scar tissue. Quickly he moved his hand to cover the open wound, knowing that the other wasn’t all too keen on him scratching it open. He tried not to let his mind wander and his anxiety to build–He tried to be better–but it was hard when all he could think of was related to his–their–trauma. “I know.” He murmured, not bringing his gaze back to him.

He gives Hizashi’s arm a soft squeeze, hoping to reassure and relax him. Leaning close, pressing a kiss to his temple. His hand moves from his lover’s arm to very gently rest over the one covering those now bloodied scars on his neck.