Anemone
"you left."
“You left.”
Kouyou's words are choked and Takanori hasn't a clue what to do, only kiss away the tears because that's the sole thing he can think of doing. He whispers that he's sorry, that he won't do that again, that he hopes that Kouyou can forgive him, that he's sorry, fuck, he's sorry.
“You abandoned me for fuck's sake!” he screams. “I didn't know where you were all– all fucking night! Y-you didn't call, you didn't mail me, you did nothing, Takanori!”
He pushes Takanori away from him, curling up into a ball on the mattress as he collapses into an emotional mess.
“I didn't mean to, darling, I'm sorry,” whispers the shorter man, crawling toward him, stroking Kouyou's hair as he kneels beside the furious man. “Please forgive me, Kouyou,” he persists, hoisting the other up with some complication, wrapping his arms around a slender waist, lips meeting slightly fuller ones. “Please,” he adds in a whisper; Kouyou is hugging him tightly, kissing him back, eyebrows kneaded in despair, the moment too precious to waste. Fingernails scratch at Takanori's back and Kouyou is breathing shakily.
“Don't leave again.”
“I won't, darling, I promise.”
Kouyou's words are choked and Takanori hasn't a clue what to do, only kiss away the tears because that's the sole thing he can think of doing. He whispers that he's sorry, that he won't do that again, that he hopes that Kouyou can forgive him, that he's sorry, fuck, he's sorry.
“You abandoned me for fuck's sake!” he screams. “I didn't know where you were all– all fucking night! Y-you didn't call, you didn't mail me, you did nothing, Takanori!”
He pushes Takanori away from him, curling up into a ball on the mattress as he collapses into an emotional mess.
“I didn't mean to, darling, I'm sorry,” whispers the shorter man, crawling toward him, stroking Kouyou's hair as he kneels beside the furious man. “Please forgive me, Kouyou,” he persists, hoisting the other up with some complication, wrapping his arms around a slender waist, lips meeting slightly fuller ones. “Please,” he adds in a whisper; Kouyou is hugging him tightly, kissing him back, eyebrows kneaded in despair, the moment too precious to waste. Fingernails scratch at Takanori's back and Kouyou is breathing shakily.
“Don't leave again.”
“I won't, darling, I promise.”