#blackmasu

The kai watched as his companion tugged at the belt around his waist, tightening it around his dark gi.  The two said nothing as Black slipped into his white boots, ready to head out.  However, as he turned to the door, Zamasu lifted his head.

“Don’t leave,” he said gently.  “Not yet.”

Black stopped and turned to face him, making eye contact for a moment.  “Is something wrong?”

“No.”

Even without a spoken reasoning as to why the other wanted him to stay, Black seemed to know already.  He stepped back over to the bed and took a seat, leaning over close to Zamasu.  He reached up and brushed the kai’s white hair from his face, a soft look in his eyes that seemed uncharacteristic of him.  The two sat there for a moment before Black closed the space between them to place a gentle kiss onto the other’s lips.

This had sort of become a routine, though it happened differently each morning.  They were finally nearing the completion of their plan, and each day was like a mini celebration.  They took care to not get lost in their feelings; however, this was growing more difficult by the day.

When Black pulled away, leaving his counterpart with a soft tint of pink to his cheeks, he gave a small smirk.  “The humans won’t cleanse themselves,” he whispered as he ran a finger along the other’s cheek.

Zamasu slightly leaned into his touch.  “This is true.  May you have a productive afternoon.”

“Worry not; I assure you, I will do my part.”