to be loved is to be known.
features: sad boi Mizuki x lover boi Wuyang
wc: 514
tags: angst, mention/implications of sex, hopelessly in love, Mizuki is water whipped, but i dont blame him
A/N: Shion could have been hot robo mommy but instead she crushed my heart (my son Mizuki) so bad I had to write him being loved wholly in order to heal. Everyone say thanks Shion 🥴 only minor edits, pls forgive any mistakes~
Careful calloused fingers dance across Wuyang's taut muscled arm. He's buried his face into Mizuki's less muscular but still oh so comforting chest. The damp sheen of sweat still lingers on them as Wuyang has himself draped over Mizuki as they bask in the afterglow of their orgasms and bitten lips.
Mizuki's thoughts begin to wander…
Wuyang is so warm, so strong and yet so soft. If anyone had asked Wuyang what he could improve on, he'd have a laundry list of things within a second. But if they'd have asked anyone else… There would be little to suggest. Wuyang is well loved, kind, strong, smart, beautiful, handsome, and everything in between.
Anran might think he slacks off too much but if the truth were told, that's mostly Mizuki's fault. Sneaking kisses in the locker room and giving messy hand jobs in the broom closet tends to eat into study time.
The thought starts as a joke but it opens a door that Mizuki desperately tries to keep locked tight.
How much more successful could Wuyang be without his interference? Mizuki always distracted Wuyang. He couldn't help it. Those big brown eyes made him weak.
It was dark to admit but… Being loved by one of Overwatch's most beloved agents made him feel like he was somebody. Like he was worth something more than just the blood on his hands.
Mizuki had always been resigned to being a loner. As a double agent it was easier that way, until Wuyang ruined it of course. And now that he's had a taste of being loved, nothing else compares. He could never go back to standing in the shadows, watching everyone roll by. Especially not Wuyang.
"Breathe, Mizuki…" Wuyang mutters, his cheek smushed against Mizuki's chest made it sound more like bweeze midewkee
Wordlessly, Mizuki complied releasing the breath he'd been holding since his spiral begin however long ago. "Sorry…" He muttered.
Wuyang lifted his head to gaze into Mizuki's pale green eyes, emotion swimming in the darkened depths. "What's wrong?" He asked. "You only hold your breath like that when you're thinking too much."
Mizuki's ears turn pink as a blush spreads across his cheeks. Wuyang knew him so well, all his tells, when his forehead wrinkled, what food would upset his stomach. It was like he had a file on Mizuki and even though it was embarrassing… It was never exposing.
Early on in their relationship, Mizuki realized that to be loved was to be known.
He hesitates, watching Wuyang's sleepy blinks as his eyes threaten to slam shut again. Mizuki smiles, warmth and fondness blooming in his chest. Even when filled with sand, he was weak for those big brown eyes.
"Nothing. You were drooling on me so I was trying to figure out how to move you without waking you up…" The innocent lie tastes familiar on his tongue, vulnerability veiled thinly by his usual teasing.
Wuyang pouted, lips puckered and a furrowed brow. "Hmph… You're lucky I'm too tired to fight you… I don't drool… In my sleep…"
And with that, Wuyang drifted back into his slumber. In the moments after Mizuki counted his breaths like sheep, willing sleep to overtake him next.
Wuyang was well loved among Overwatch.
But in this moment, in Wuyang's presence, so was Mizuki.
