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Of course, I knew Yamaguchi liked me. It's completely obvious—I can tell just by the way he looks at me. Even though I hate this school more than words can describe, and despite all the fools roaming the halls *cough* king and his orange-headed servant *cough*, even they can tell Yama isn't good at hiding his infatuation with me. However I like his badly kept secret.I always had an inkling that he liked me more than just friends. Those longing glances and shaky hands when I got too close were hard to miss. And I mean, his cheeks heat up like the red of a sunset on a beautiful summer day anytime I tease him. It really solidified for me after volleyball practice when we were walking home, and he asked, “Tsukki, would you—” but then he cut himself off with that insecure smile. I couldn't help but tease him a bit, though slightly annoyed, “Yama, don’t cut yourself off.” I could never be annoyed when the wind was blowing through his hair, almost cupping against his cheek, not wanting to let go. I wish I were the wind at that moment. But then he squeaked out shyly , “S-sorry Tsukki, I was just—well, er, I was wondering if maybe today, because it’s Friday and all, and we’re not doing anything, if maybe you would want to sleep over at my place?” It’s not odd for us to hang out, but I don’t remember the last time we had a sleepover. I pause for a moment to consider what he said. Before I could answer, I noticed the redness on his cheeks spread down his neck, clearly embarrassed by my lack of response, he frantically rushed out a choked-up laugh, “Hahaha, sorry Tsukki, that was silly to ask. I know you don’t like sleepovers.” Looking down I could see him playing with his fingers, a habit I knew for him to do when nervous. I could tell by the uneasiness in his voice that he was let down, but as mean as I am, I never want to see poor Yama self-conscious. "Hmm, we haven’t had a sleepover in a while," I say, grabbing his arm and causing a surprised reaction that makes him look up at me. I finished my thought, "It’s really not that bad of an idea. Let’s have a sleepover tonight." Before Yama could speak, I couldn’t help but poke fun at his embarrassment. In some sinister way, it brings me joy knowing I can make him so flustered. Only I can make Yama so sad yet so happy all at once. A hot thrill runs down my body at that thought. Getting back on track by shaking my head to clear those thoughts, I look into Yama’s big amber-colored eyes. "Though you could have gone about telling me without all the theatrics. I mean, stuttering? Come on, Yama, am I really that scary?" I lean down just a little since we don’t have a big height gap, hearing him gasp so cutely and turn his head to try and get some space between us. Even with his head tired from my sight I can still see the flush on his ears, the small shy puffs leaving his lips, and his eyes squeezed tightly as if shutting them can hide him from my gaze. Slowly, I lean back, laughing at his reaction. "Come on then, Yama, lead the way back to yours."Once we got back to his place, I noticed something odd. “Yama?” I said, confused. “Are your parents not home? I didn’t know they were going away.” I looked around the house while taking my shoes off by the door, only to see him standing there with a strained smile. “Well,” he started, “my father has a surprise business trip this weekend in Tokyo. My mom—well, she really loves Tokyo, so she decided to go with him, leaving me,” he gestured around the empty house, “alone.” The flush that had left his face during the walk home returned, and he twirled a small curl around his fingers in an act of self-soothing. I stared at him for a moment, conflicted. “Oh, so are your parents being gone the only reason you invited me over?” I raised an eyebrow, but then got lost looking at him as he flicked the light on. The redness on his cheeks highlighted his freckles even more against his deliciously tanned skin. Oh, Yama's freckles. He hates them more than I hate the king, but I love how they set him apart from everyone else with plain skin. His skin is dotted with light coffee-colored spots, like feathered kisses from angels above. Lost in thought, I was pulled back by Yama's sweet voice. “U-uhh, yes,” he waved his hands in the air desperately, as if trying to wipe his words from a whiteboard. “N-not like that! I-I just thought that maybe with them gone, it’ll be more fun, and we can do whatever we want, wherever.” I nodded understandingly. “Yama? what are we gonna be getting up to that involves your parents needing to be gone?” I smirked, watching his eyes go wide, his neck and cheeks heating up more than I thought was possible. He just stood there, staring at me, his voice coming out in a high-pitched, choppy tone“I’m-m going to go sh-sho-wer! y-you- you can wait I-in my room u-u-until I’m done”. He swiftly turns around, almost tripping up the stairs to his bathroom. I laugh at his antics slowly trailing behind him in efforts to get to his room.I walk into his room and am instantly wrapped in his scent—a delightful mix of fresh pine and a hint of vanilla, like a warm embrace from nature itself. It’s the kind of aroma that envelops you. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes to let the fragrance sink in, then exhale as I scan his room. I’ve been in this space countless times, knowing every nook and cranny like the back of my hand. But today, something catches my eye: a composite book I’ve never seen before. I know it’s not one of his school notebooks; Yama swears by spiral ones, he says it’s easier to find the page he left off on. As the shower turns on, I realize I’ve got the perfect opportunity to snoop. I glide over to the bedside table where the book rests, lifting it to reveal Sanrio stickers adorning its cover. Yama might think it’s “girly,” but his love for all things Sanrio since childhood is just too endearing. What really grabs my attention, though, is the title: “Yamaguchi's Super Secret Diary.” I can’t help but stiff a laugh at the name, it’s not a good kept secret if it’s just lying around. It seems Yama isn’t the best at hiding his secrets. Feeling safe with the shower running and knowing Yama isn’t one for quick showers, I sit on the edge of the bed and open the diary. A sparkling gel pen slips out from between the pages, and I flip to the most recent entry. What I read confirms everything I’ve felt about Yama’s views on our relationship. His beautiful handwriting dances across the page, adorned with hearts next to my name and smiley faces alongside his ideas. I’m absolutely awestruck. This page reveals that Yama's been planning to invite me over for months. He wrote about knowing about that “surprise business trip” and how he convinced his mom to join his dad in Tokyo. A mischievous smile creeps onto my face as I keep reading. Sweet, shy Yamaguchi pours his wildest thoughts onto paper—things like how, with his family gone, if Tsukki says yes, he can watch him fall asleep. Or maybe, once he’s asleep, he can place a kiss on his forehead. It’s all so innocent, filled with sweet dreams Yama has about me and what he hopes for today. I flip back a few pages and find even more about how deep his love for me runs. He writes that his love is like the warmth of the sun on a chilly morning—a light that chases away the cold and brings life to the world. It’s like the moon’s gentle glow, guiding you through the darkest nights. Honestly, I’m so touched by how much my sweet Yama feels for me. But then I flip to another page and my heart races as I read just one sentence before my eyes darken with a thrill: “Today I saw Tsukki in the shower, and it’s like every dream I’ve had of him—his slight abs and long legs have me in a chokehold. Watching the water slide down his body makes me feel things I didn’t know I could.” Oh, how I wish I could have Tsukki’s hands on me, his plump lips on mine— Before I can even process it all, I hear Yama’s footsteps and the creak of the door opening. He stands there in his pajamas, hair still wet, towel around his neck. I watch his smile drop, all the color draining from his precious face as he sees me holding his diary.After a few moments of silence, Yama takes a hesitant step closer to the bed, tears welling up in his eyes. "Tsukki..” he trails tears filling up his doe eyes “w-wh-where did u - where did u even..” he struggles to speak. Sensing his hesitation, I gently intervened, "Yama, do you truly feel these things for me?" I gaze into his eyes, hoping for the truth. He shifts uncomfortably, his hands gripping his pajamas tightly, looking like he wishes the ground would swallow him whole. A soft sob escapes him, and I reach out, holding his face firmly, demanding his attention. "Yama, I need to hear it from you," I assert. He sniffs, his t-Tsukki I’m- I’m so s-so sorry” his face pulls up into pout tears leaving his eyes I grabbed his face a little tighter, “Tadashi.” I say growing impatient “do you really have these feelings for me?” He lets out a whine of discomfort hiccuping at my irritation he sniffles out “y-yes Tsukki” he states with a cry “I really do feel these things for you I-I have l-loved you since the-e day you saved-d me from the bu-bullies, you were my- my knight in shining armor” Hearing his words, a smile spreads across my face; my suspicions confirmed, Yama truly loves me. Before he can apologize again, I silence him with a gentle kiss, trying to convey my affection pushing down my hunger for him. As I pull back, the unspoken feelings between us hang in the air. Pulling back, I glance down at his face and tease, “Poor Yama” I say with a sarcastic frown “keeping your feelings from me for so long, huh? It must’ve been tough. But it’s okay, I’m here now, and I’ll always be here.” A wicked smirk forms on my face. His expression shifts from sadness to shock, and he stutters, “W-wh-what?!” I huff at his confusion and say, “Awe, Yama, I feel the same. I’ve wanted to put my lips against yours” His big, teary eyes gaze up at me, and he nervously asks, “Do you—do you really mean it, Tsukki? You really want me?” “Of course, my sweet Yama, I've always known you had these feelings for me; I was just waiting for you. I love you, Tadashi.” This time, the tears in his eyes are from happiness, and a bright smile spreads across his face as he throws his arms around me in a hug. I let out a surprised laugh, completely overwhelmed with joy to have my Yama in my arms just like he always dreamed. Pulling back, I cup his flushed cheeks with my hands, my expression turning heated. “As much as I love this sweetness, Tadashi, let’s not forget what I found in your diary. Do my long legs really have you in a chokehold?” I watch his face contort into embarrassment, a slight squeak escaping his lips. Leaning down, nearly grazing his plush red lips, I whisper, “Don’t worry, Yama, your secret's safe with me.” Then, I dive down to capture his lips, a muffled whimper escaping him, caught off guard by my eagerness.The kiss gradually grew sloppy, exposing Tadashi's lack of experience. I take the lead. I run my hand through his now slightly moist hair, getting hold of the soft curls and eliciting a suppressed sigh from him. I take in his lovely noises, softly pushing my tongue past his lips. As I explore my new domain, I can feel his legs weaken and little whimpers leave from his mouth. His head falls back slightly in pleasure. I gently pulled out of the kiss, leaving a thin line of saliva connecting us. I stare down at his sweet face, which is already blushing with pleasure. "Awe my, sweet Tadashi," I murmured with a teasing pout on my lips. "Did that feel good?" I watch him try to nod, but I pull his hair tighter, tugging at the roots, causing him to close his eyes and let out a wary whine, "words Tadashi, I want words when I ask you a question. Did your parents never teach you to respond when spoken to? He finally opens his eyes half-closed and whimpers, "Y-yes, Tsukki." I stopped him right there, "Tsk, Tsukki? I figured because we're dating, you'd use my given name."He fumbled over his words and made a fast correction "k-kei, i mean kei, y-yes, it felt really good" I hum in satisfaction before sinking back into the heat of his mouth. We stumbled into the bed, and Tadashi ended up in my lap. I immediately begin to work my way down his neck, mouthing at the bottom of his jaw and electing loud whines and whimpers to encourage me to go further, sucking lightly at his neck. I feel him gently push my shoulder "w-wait k-kei don't- don't leave marks" I disappointedly pull away from his neck, staring into his eyes "oh but dashi, I want everyone to know you're mine. How would people know who you belong to if you have no marks?” I hear his breath hitch and glance at him over my glasses, giving him my best puppy dog eyes "o-ok kei" he whispers nervously. Triumphantly, I return to the region I was sucking, offering a light kitten lick before biting down and sucking again, only to be met with a throaty moan.I keep trailing hickeys down his neck until I reach the collar of his pajama shirt. I glance up at him, urging him to remove his shirt, and he nods lightly. I carefully unbuttoned his shirt, my eyes widening at his beauty; I'd seen him shirtless in the changing rooms or on a hot day before, but this was different. This was vulnerable and sensual. Tadashi seems to be uncomfortable with my stare and begins to raise his hands to protect himself. I rapidly flip us over, pinning his hands over his head and hanging over him. "What do you think you're doing, little Dashi?" I tilt my head to the side, conveying my thoughts. He lets out a whine, "Awe, Dashi, what did I say? When I ask a question, you respond. “He whimpers, "I-I was just a little insecure, I-I guess," squirming to avoid my dark gaze. "Yama, don't ever cover up in front of me. You're mine. And I love every" I kiss his face "single" I kiss his neck "part" I his just above his chest "of you" I end the kissing by going back to kiss his lips. He looks at me for a moment, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, "kei, I love you." My sweet Tadashi "I love you too, baby," I return to his chest, kissing and sucking into his peppered skinAs I make my way down his waist kissing and sucking the freckles that bless Tadashi, his freckles are like constellations littering his skin I glance to Tadashi "dashi have an ever told you how much I love your gorgeous freckles" I say kissing on one "n-no ngh" I huff "I adore you freckles Dashi, every time I see them, I am reminded of how precious you are. My dashi" Tadashi does not respond, but I don't reprimand him because I'm too busy licking his delicate skin and soaking up his sweet noises. I finally made it to the waistline of his adorable blue striped pajama pants. I ask him, "Dashi baby, can I take your pants off?" He whines for a second before saying, "W-wait, it's unfair, and you still have your s-shirt on." I can hear his unsteady breaths, and his neck and chest are beginning to bloom with red and purple markings. I sigh contentedly. I look up at his face; his eyes are drooping, his cheeks are flushed, and his hair is flung around in a halo above his head. His arms are no longer pinned above his head, but rather softly resting above his forehead, attempting to shield his face from the blissed-out expression that has taken over. I can see small amounts of saliva on his skin from our sloppy kisses, and his gorgeous freckles stand out against the glaring red cheeks, I look back down to where I am between his legs and see a small wet patch on his pants. I smile knowing that this is due to me. His legs have a little, almost undetectable tremble, and I carefully glide my hands up and down the inner of his thighs. Lightly caressing them, "OK baby boy, I'll take my shit off," I watch his face light up in flames at the pet name, a tiny whimper coming from his lips before he could stop himself. How cute. I am a little amused by how sensitive he is. "Do you like being called that, dashi? Are you my baby boy? He nods aggressively, "Y-yes! "I am your baby-y ngh boy." My hands on his thighs are getting to him, and he's starting to shake beneath me, "Awe baby, you're so sensitive. So adorable." I place a kiss right over his waistband before leaving go of his thighs, taking note of his displeased noise. I give him a slight look and urge him to stop whining. I remove my shirt in one fluid motion.I hear him sigh with pleasure at my shirtlessness.I smile at this. I look over at him after tossing my shirt clumsily to the ground. I figured I'd get it later. When I returned to face Tadashi, I noticed his fingers twitching. "Dashi baby, do you want to touch me?" I chuckle, "Y-yes!" Please! Please let me touch you, Kei." I groan at his impatience "go for it baby boy" he springs into action sitting up fast rubbing his hands up and down my toned body, not like his is much different, we are both fairy tones, me on the more muscular side and Tadashi is thin with a small waist. I groan at the thought of my hands wrapping around his slim waist when I fuck into him. I can feel his hands traveling up and down my body, with no real intention on where they're going. I see him glance up at me, "Kei, can I - can I kiss you?" I smirk at his pleading gaze, "Of course, kiss all you want." He begins with delicate feather-like kisses on my neck, gradually becoming rougher as he travels down attaching himself exactly above my right pec. I feel his legs shut, squirming, and his hands go lower to start palming himself through. I grasp his arm before he can go any farther, "Dashi sweetheart, what do I think you're doing?" he looks up at me with his huge amber eyes, "u-uh n-nothing, kei." I hold his arm harder, "Baby boy, don't lie to me about what you were doing."I notice him look away, tears welling up in his eyes, "I-im so-sorry kei I-I just got too excited t-touching you". A single tear rolls down his cheek, his bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly "darling, if you needed help, you should've told me" I push my face closer to his "my poor baby, all this touching has gotten you so worked up" I have a mocking frown on my face and watch him bury his head into my chest in embarrassment "k-kei" he says quietly "speak up baby, I can't hear you" he lifts his head off my chest but does not meet my eyes "do you think" he stops "do you think you could help m-me” he finally looks into my eyes. Something in my body lights up like a fire. I forced him down onto the bed and went directly to his pink perky nipples, one hand on his face and the other rubbing the bud between my fingers. He squirmed trying to get away, "shhh it's ok baby stop squirming," he cries out. I make my way to his other nipple by placing my mouth over it and rolling it on my tongue. Tadashi can't help but moan, mumbling about "oh kei, kei that feels so good, kei don't stop" and chanting my name as if in prayer. I continue my assault with my tongue, reaching down under his boxers. Tadashi tosses his head back, shaking in my grip, "kei o-oh ngh k-kei kei please don't stop p-please" I enjoy hearing him beg for me.I work my way off his bud and down to his waist, hastily pulling down his paints while groaning at the sight. "Dashi is so gorgeous. I'll devour you. All mine. Tadashi, say your mine." I gently grab his cock, his head bright red and aggravated from the lack of attention and so hard. My hand swallows his member, saliva pools in my mouth at that. I lightly squeeze, causing him to scream with delight. "I'm I'm yours k-ke ngh ha-ah I'll a-a-always be yours k- nhg -ei" A low grumpy leaves me with his choppy phrases. I run my hand up and down a few times, squeezing as I go, and his back arches up off the bed, withering beneath me, "so sensitive baby, all for me to enjoy" "Yes! Y-yes! "A-ah-ll for ngh you k-ei!" I let go of his cock, watching the tears fall down his cheeks as he babbles in desperation for me to return. I sprinkle gentle kisses on his face "shh shh baby it's ok darling I'll be back" as I slide lower down the bed after pulling Tadashi up to bring him closer to the headboard but not all the way up it. I put his legs over my shoulders and dive in. I start by licking his throbbing member and sucking at his balls. I have to hold his hips down because he's moving so much, and I continue to lick all the way to his wonderful velvety hole. It's so pink and small that after I eat him out, I'll have to stretch him out with my fingers to fit inside him. I place my mouth over his hole and dig in. I hear him scream back arching, heavy panting and swirling my tongue. I feel his hands grab at my hair, competing with himself to push me closer or further away. I enjoy the salty sweet flavor.I can still smell the vanilla-scented body wash he applied earlier. His legs tremble and tighten around my head, and I hear him moan, "K-kei!"I'm I'm g-ngh ah ha gonnahh c-come" I don't stop until I feel him tense up, his hole tightening around me, his hands gripping at my hair as if his body shakes. Finally, after I feel him relax but still twitching, I pull off. "Kei," he sniffs, tears streaming down his cheeks, his body twitching, and drool coating his lips and chin. I reach up to kiss him, "you did so good for me, baby," he breathes contentedly, "but I'm not done yet." A wicked smile spreads across my face at his shock. I get up from the bed asking if he has any lube he shyly points to his bedside drawer.I smirked, lips pressed together, at the thought of the lube in Tadashi’s drawer. Amusement flickered in my eyes as I turned to him. "Hmm, little Dashi, why do you have this?" I teased, holding up the bottle. "Are you getting up to things without me?" His face flushed a deep red as he sputtered, "K-Kei! It’s not what you think!" He dragged his hands down his face, groaning in embarrassment. "Oh really?" I arched a brow, stepping closer. "Then why do you have it, hmm?" My finger trailed up his abdomen, feeling the way he shivered beneath my touch. "W-Well…" he stammered, voice barely above a whisper. "I-I got it because… I w-wanted to try it o-out… if you k-know what I mean." My eyes gleamed with interest as I leaned in. "Oh, I know exactly what you mean, baby," I murmured, tilting my head. "How did it work out for you?" He turned away, mumbling something under his breath. "Tadashi," I pressed, amusement lacing my voice. "Speak up. I can’t hear you." He whined softly, shifting under my gaze. "I-I couldn’t f-figure it out…" A pout tugged at his lips, and I chuckled, shaking my head. "Aww, poor Dashi," I cooed, my voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Couldn't even figure out how to make himself feel good… my dumb little Dashi." His eyes darted downward in embarrassment, and I tsked before cupping his face, capturing his lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. Pulling back, I slid off the bed, making my way to the bedside drawer. I glanced at him, reaching for the first one, watching as he shook his head. Smirking, I moved to the bottom drawer instead, catching the hesitant nod of approval before pulling it open. My fingers brushed through its contents until I found what I was looking for. Turning back, I stood at the foot of the bed, letting my gaze sweep over him. His breath hitched as I grabbed his legs, pulling him toward the center. "Grab a pillow," I instructed, watching as he obeyed, slipping one beneath his lower back for support. I knew I wouldn’t be gentle. The soft click of the cap echoed in the room as I popped open the bottle, squeezing a bit onto my fingers, rubbing it between them to warm it up. My eyes flicked up to his face—flushed, nervous, but filled with anticipation. His arms started to move, instinctively shielding his expression from me. I clicked my tongue, dropping the bottle onto the bed as I reached forward, gently pulling his hands away. "No hiding," I murmured, pressing feather-light kisses across his cheeks. "I want to see you." His breath hitched as I coaxed his legs open, trailing my touch lower. The first teasing press of my fingers against him earned a delicious moan, one I swallowed with my lips. Slowly, deliberately, I worked him open, relishing every gasp, every shiver, every breathless plea that escaped his lips. "Kei—oh my—K-Kei, please—" he whimpered, head tilting back, voice breaking as I moved. I smirked, pleased with his enthusiasm, pushing him further, drawing out those beautiful, needy sounds. His body trembled beneath me, legs tensing, his face twisting in pleasure as he fell apart, lost in the moment And just when he thought he had reached his peak, I pulled back, leaving him gasping. His eyes fluttered open in dazed confusion, a whine slipping past his lips. “Shh, baby," I murmured, brushing a thumb over his heated skin. "I’ll be right back."He hiccuped a small, desperate "O-Okay…" as I busied myself, slipping off my pants, ready to ruin him all over again.I open the lubricant cap again and rub some on my fingers before moving on to my member. I sigh at the freeling, remembering how neglected I've left my body. I pump once, twice before giving a squeeze and wiping my coated palm on the blankets on the bed, knowing we'll have to clean them later regardless. I circle Tadashi's waist hand and grip him tightly in my grasp. I grumble as I hear him murmur my name repeatedly, his eyes drowsy and droopy, his head lolling to the side in delight.I align myself with his entrance, offering little kisses to his velvety hole before letting myself enter. His body tenses in pain and pleasure at my penetration. I remain still in his tight grip, waiting for his consent to move. I move my hand up and down his hip in a soothing way, bending down to give him small kisses on the marked chest and throat.I feel his hands move to my shoulders, grasping.He sobbed "y-you c-ah-an move" when I glanced up into his eyes. I give him one last kiss before buckling up in his heat. His back arches from the bed, hands scratching down my back as I plow into him. I move quickly, but I maintain a consistent pace. I watch his face; the combination of hiccuping breaths, tears, and drool streaming down his face is delicious. I continue to thrust in him, drinking up his desperate whines. His body is so gorgeous, so soft, and completely mine. I bend down and suck his neck before biting down, hearing him scream and shake beneath me. Following my assault, I continue to suck his neck and kiss his chest. I lean back and adjust our position. I know my dear Dashi is flexible enough, so I move his legs to my shoulders, leaning back into his mouth and thrusting harder than ever, punching out weak little noises. His legs begin to crush my legs, shaking and spasming. I feel him release, back arching higher, toes curling, head thrown back ripping us out of our kiss. I continue to pound into him till I begin to feel tension as his hole tightens around me. My speed slows, but I continue to push hard, groaning and forcing myself into him one more time before reaching my climax. I collapse into his arms and gradually take my member out. Before I can become exhausted, I lift myself up and out of Tadashi's embrace, hearing him cry in distress. I kiss his forehead and say, "It's okay, baby boy. I'll come back with a warm rag to clean us off."”.When I finished cleaning us off I lay back down with Tadashi. Our heavy breathing slowly subsided, filling the quietness of the room. A dim lamplight cast a golden glow over the room, flickering against the walls as we lay tangled in each other’s warmth. Tadashi nestled closer, his head resting against my chest, listening to the steady thrum of my heartbeat. My arm draped lazily around his small waist, fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns against the small of Tadashi's back. Each touch sent a shiver through him, but not from the cold—from the deep comfort of simply being near me. "You’re warm," he murmured sleepily, nuzzling into my collarbone. I chuckled, a low and soothing sound. "I’m not surprised we just did a very rigorous workout” I say with a sly smirk "o-oh be quiet kei," he countered, tilting his chin up to meet my gaze. His eyes were soft in the dim light, full of something tender and unspoken. My fingers slid up to tangle in his hair, massaging gently at his scalp. He sighed in contentment, melting further into his embrace. "I could stay like this forever," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "Then stay," I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "We have all the time in the world." He smiled against my skin, letting my warmth, my presence, wrap around him like a blanket. Our hearts began to slow, our eyes began to drop, yet here, in this moment, wrapped in my arms, Tadashi felt completely safe, loved, and at home. Before he could fall asleep, I gave him one last sleepy kiss and said, "Tadashi, I'll always love you." I watch him smile and mutter a response while his eyelids close overtaken by sleep. I stare at him for a brief while before finally closing my eyes too.