#affection ficlet

♥: Reacting to the other one crying about something (not exactly shippy and a bit au-ish)

Very few knew about the boy; that was what they’d taken to calling the little blond Krul had presented to them one day. The boy had been blank-faced, his blue eyes dull and hooded. Lacus had immediately felt curiosity burn through him but he smartly held his tongue, simply nodding along to Krul’s orders of keeping the boy’s presence a secret.

Months passed and Lacus saw very little of the boy. He kept busy with his own things, having little time to pay any thought to the blond. That was until one night he heard a very distinct sound coming from the far end of the main library. René was waiting for him for their new assignment, but Lacus was sure he could spare a few minutes. 

Without making much sound, Lacus followed the soft sniffles, eyes roaming through the dark, empty corridors. Finally he came to one, dimly illuminated with a few stray candles, and spotted the hunched over figure of the boy. He was slumped against the wall, knees drawn up and head bent over. Lacus stopped, feeling oddly out of place. 

Why was he doing this? It wasn’t as if he cared about the boy, yet here he was. Lacus drew closer, causing the boy to raise his head, eyes red and puffy. An instant scowl formed on the blond’s face. Lacus had to resist the urge to grin. Here the boy was, openly scowling at someone who far surpassed him in age and power, the boy had guts. 

“There’s a reason why Krul-sama wants to keep you hidden. If you foolishly go running off on your own, you might not be so lucky next time.” Lacus made his meaning clear, warning the boy. It wasn’t that he cared, but if Krul ever learned that Lacus could have prevented any danger from befalling the little blond and he didn’t act on it, he was certain she’d make a painful example out of him.

♗: One falling asleep with their head in the other's lap.

After the strong feeling of surprise disappeared, Yoichi found himself speechless and frozen. He glanced down at the blond head resting gently on him lap, realizing just how tired the other boy must be. He’d obviously lied about having slept the previous night and now he’d tired himself out. Mika had taken it upon himself to stand guard over their campsite, caring very little that they were all supposed to take turns each night. 

“All of you need to sleep, I don’t.” Mika had pointed out when Yuu had confronted him after the fourth night he’d spent awake. Yoichi wasn’t sure that was true, but he’d kept his mouth shut, simply sending Mika a curious look.   

Yoichi felt his lips tug into a smile when Mika shifted, his usually stoic features softening and making him look much younger. Even with the rough start they’d had with Mika at the beginning of their journey, the boy had obviously warmed up to all of them. Yoichi was glad, for more reason than he ought to be. 

♤: Taking a bath together

Mika closed his eyes as Guren’s fingers worked their way through his scalp. He hummed, a low sound of contentment slipping past his lips before those fingers left him. 

“You worry too much.” Guren’s voice washed over him, mingling with the warm water racing down his neck and back. Mika shifted, the water rippling as he turned to face the older man. Guren had an easy smile on his face, his hair slicked back with water. Mika’s gaze immediately dropped to the man’s chest, eyes tracing the colorful bruises painting Guren’s skin. 

“And you not enough.” Mika replied, fingers reaching out to touch the purple bruise running across Guren’s ribs. The man was a canvas filled with bruises of all shapes and colors and scars, both old and new. Little reminders of the man’s own fragile mortality.

♦: Slow dancing (AU)

Mika let himself be guided out to the dance floor, teeth clamped over his tongue. He’d joked to René about wanting to dance, but he hadn’t thought the man would actually offer him to dance. Mika had stared at René outstretched hand, mouth going dry.

“You know how to dance?” Mika found himself asking when one of René’s hand settled on his lower back, the other taking hold of Mika’s right hand. 

“I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t.” René replied, a hint of a smile on his lips. Mika’s left hand fell onto René shoulder just as the man began to move to the slow tempo of the music. Mika worried his bottom lip as he tried to follow René’s lead, muttering out a curse and an apology when he stepped over the man’s foot. 

“Don’t look down at your feet, keep your eyes on me.” René said, bringing Mika closer. 

That was easier said than done. Mika wasn’t used to such an intimate act, but he followed René’s instructions and let the soft, languid beats of music flow through him. Mika averted his eyes from René’s the moment he felt as if his heart would jump out of his chest. 

send me a symbol and a pairing (must include mika please)

Mika kept still as Yuu’s fingers traveled up the sides of his head. Warmth lingered from each place those fingers touched. When they reached his ears, Mika nearly flinched. Green eyes slipped into his, not a trace of fear or discomfort.

Yuu’s fingers outlined his pointed ears for the first time, brushing hair out of the way to get a better look. Mika had done his best to keep his ears hidden, but Yuu’s curiosity knew no bounds, and really, Mika could never deny him anything. 

“I don’t know why you were so worried.” Yuu smiled. Mika shifted, caught between relief and surprise. 

“You’re kind of like...” Yuu trailed off, pondering his next word. Nails dragged gently over Mika’s scalp, right behind his ears, “Kind of like a cat.” 

Yuu chuckled as Mika shook his head, pulling away from Yuu’s wandering fingers.