Tears

He threw her on the bed. “Sleep, dammit.” Izumi yanked the heavy blanket over her before stretching out next to her. “I’m sick of you being sick. Especially now! You never told me about Ayase and you’re being frosted.” A strong arm was casually tossed over her blanketed form as he pulled her, covers and all, closer.

Tears streamed down Hikaru’s puffy face as she rolled over to face him.

He was so beautiful.

And he never left her. But she had willingly left him, only to be running back each and every time something was wrong.

He was extending the invitation to stop running. If she had to run, run only to him. She knew that they both knew where she belonged and it wasn’t Ayase.

In the end, she was Izumi’s after all.

He sat up and removed his shirt and shoes, his face turned slightly to see the blush rise on his companion’s face.

A wicked grin erupted before he stripped to his boxers and then crawled beneath the blankets with her.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleeping with you,” he whispered in her ear before nestling closer. “You don’t nap with me enough anyways.”

She shuddered as his hands found the skin of her stomach and one rested there, occasionally rubbing in a small circle. Even if she was completely humiliated, her body refused to admit it and even relaxed in his arms. Soft lips teased her ear before she heard a quiet growl and the subsequent “so shut up and get to sleep.”