Thread by @tummiestix

[Cloudmic with @PhantomCree's kuro!oboro cuz their art inspired me and I JUST COULDNT HELP MYSELF AAA]

It happened a lot when they first got together. And everytime it happened it would pull a warmth of familiarity from his chest.

It was the way he could feel slim fingers threading through the dark mists of his hair. The way they would swirl the ends as if testing to see if it would knot just like the golden strands would tangle around his own fingers.

It was the way he felt them gently trace down his brow and then over the scars along his face.

The touch was hesitant, something like disbelief that he was alive, that he was really in bed, that this was all real.

Sometimes it was like he could hear the blonde's thoughts through his touch. The fear that if he pressed too hard the dream would shatter and they'd wake up separate; one alone in bed, the other alone in a guarded cell.

As the curious fingers ran along the scruff of his jaw line and playfully scratched into the patch of facial hair on his chin, he couldnt resist smiling into the tickle.

"Hah, so you are awake." Hizashi laughed, so soft, unlike anything most people ever had the pleasure to hear.

He might not had been able to remember much of his friend before the change but he knew in his heart that Hizashi had always been one to show love with his entire body. To let his emotions dance through him all the way down to his fingertips as they skated across skin.

Oboro wrapped his arms around the man lying on top of him, welcoming the pressure on his chest that grounded him. When he opened his eyes he was greeted with a cascade of golden silk hair and warm red eyes.

And a smile. That soft, wonderful smile.

"Good morning~"

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