#saskusa

The sound of electricity were raw in his ears. He had been here for so long, it was all he could hear despite all the busy bodies that buzzed all around him, past the room. At this point, it just sounded like flies in his ears, making his skin crawl the longer he sat and sat but he stayed put. Only you could make him move but until otherwise, he stayed.

Storm clouds brewed darker and thicker in the sky, not letting a single ray of sunshine peek through the clouds, only Mother Nature smothering the world with her frigid rain, each sending a spark of electricity down your spine whenever one landed on your body. He hated how gloomy it was, especially where the two of you were but there was nothing in his power he could do. There was nothing he could do.

The only thing he could do was sit close. Until otherwise.

His body was stiff and still like a statue, only feeling a slight creak whenever he moved just a little. He trained his eyes on you, not letting anyone or anything else take his attention away.

Today was too precious. You were too precious.

You breathed short, shallow breaths, eyes closed as you rested peacefully. You laid fast asleep, a fact that kept the ocean inside him calm and steady but he knew there was a storm in the distance. A storm that was inevitable to evade or to suppress.

He held your hand with all his might yet never hurting you once, never holding you tighter than he would a delicate flower. His thumbs grazed over your nails, your fingertips, the pads of his fingers danced across your palm, taking in, imprinting the feel of how warm you were into his body, into his soul.

His eyes burned with every minute, every hour that passed, never leaving you once, never leaving your side. Sitting close until otherwise. But you were too precious, you were his flower. Something, someone he never thought he would care to admire in the summer sun, in the whole wide field of the world. Never thought he would care to take a close look, to see how you would grow and bloom. To notice the little aspects of you as a flower. How you ate, how you lived, how you would love. He never thought he would feel so comfortable as your roots and stems looped around him, burying deep into his heart and soul until he was mesmerized. He never thought about how he could so easily cut you out of his life, to rip every stem and root out of him. You had grown and bloomed right inside of him and he never wanted to pull you out or see you wither away.

You were too precious.

How did something so fragile, so vulnerable become such a necessity in his life when he lived just fine before, walking over other plants and flowers, not paying them any mind. How did you get through?

Your chest rose as you took a deep breath, your eyes opening, adjusting to the light. The warmth in your hand squeezed as you blinked away your sleep, the image of kiyoomi becoming clearer and clearer.

“Omi~” you chimed, pushing your voice through your dry throat. “What’s got you so down?” You leaned your head onto the edge of the pillow, trying to be closer to him. Closer to the warmth.

“Don’t move, I’ll move to you, germ,” he spoke bluntly though there was a fond softness when he called the name he had given you. “How do you feel?” He leaned closer as you turned onto your side slowly, though it felt like your muscles whining and your bones creaking before you found the right position.

“Tired… I wanna go home, Omi… I don’t like,” you paused to cough, turning away the best you could, Kiyoomi leaning back faster though but standing to his feet. With one of his hands firmly spread on your back, holding you up just the slightest, he brought the cool glass to your lips, helping you drink the even cooler water. You could feel it go down your throat, the further it went, the more the liquid spread into your dehydrated body. “Thank you,” you cleared your throat.

He laid you back down, his hand lingering before he had to move it away. But before he could take it back completely, your hands had latched on. You nuzzled yourself close, rubbing your cheek into his, resting your face on his hand.

“What were you saying, germ?” He leaned close, his head resting on the edge of the mattress too, just a few inches away from yours.

“I wanna go home.. I don’t like this bed, Omi.. It’s uncomfy and I’m always cold.”

He breathed in, and out shakily. “I know, but it’ll just be a little bit more until I get you checked out, okay?”

“You should get some rest.. I’ll be here.” He whispered, sitting himself back up in his seat but still leaned forward and close.

“Will you stay here?” You yawned, your breaths beginning to shorten.

“I’ll stay this close,” he rubbed his thumb slowly along your cheek, letting his touch graze your soft, warm skin lull you as he kept his word.

He sat close. Watching over the flower of his life.