[ yuki's fear is something mafuyu can taste. he feels insufficient as his omega, having made him feel that way but yuki has also asked him a question, more than one, all of them fair questions, all of them boons in a sense for the boy who couldn't tell his mate without help. yuki is always helping him. ah. for a second, mafuyu closes his eyes again, trying to steady himself through the spinning of his head. then he smiles up at the person he loves, lifts a pale hand to his face and slides soft fingertips along his jaw. gentle gentle gentle. i love you i love you i love you.
it's okay.
will yuki hate him? irrational questions barrage mafuyu as they have been ever since he found out. but he takes them all and puts them in their own respective boxes, clears a space and tries to find some other way to think of it. thinks about yuki in high school unreservedly marking him. thinks of yuki pulling him aside in the classroom or the hallway, once in the stairwell even despite his soft reluctance that quickly melted away even so. thinks of yuki who always always tries to protect him and thinks this person deserves to be believed in, against all irrational spectres of thought. so even though the thoughts happen, mafuyu diligently puts them away until he can breathe enough, uneven though it is, and say, ]
Mmm-mm. [ he shakes his head: no hospital. not right now at least. then he leans forward to lay his head to yuki's chest, listening to his heartbeat and swearing it's inside one of the many songs yuki sometimes hums to him. ]
But he did...tell me...Yuki...
[ the hand that was on yuki's face has slid to his upper arm, knots in the sleeve there, trembling.
ah. what a terrible mate. he's still so nervous. some of the words the masses have said about him come back at high speed. mafuyu closes his eyes and makes himself continue, voice misleadingly calm with its near typical softness.
just the faintest tinge of something like fear. ]
...he said...the reason I've been sick...I'm...um...
[ his eyes scrunch closed even tighter. why is it so hard? ]
...'ow do you feel...we never talked about it...um... a ... baby.
[ it is, very possibly the most roundabout way of saying he's pregnant, but as mafuyu's scent all but seeks to drown yuki in it, he finally loosens his hold, slightly leaning back, his head bowed, face flushed such a deep pink it really does seem like a bad fever, his eyes a little too bright and wide even facing the floor. another dizzy spell runs through him so he lets his eyes close after all, waiting. ]
best soulmate....cries ....i lit did that earlier today w something else and was lke STOP NOT YET
it's okay.
will yuki hate him? irrational questions barrage mafuyu as they have been ever since he found out. but he takes them all and puts them in their own respective boxes, clears a space and tries to find some other way to think of it. thinks about yuki in high school unreservedly marking him. thinks of yuki pulling him aside in the classroom or the hallway, once in the stairwell even despite his soft reluctance that quickly melted away even so. thinks of yuki who always always tries to protect him and thinks this person deserves to be believed in, against all irrational spectres of thought. so even though the thoughts happen, mafuyu diligently puts them away until he can breathe enough, uneven though it is, and say, ]
Mmm-mm. [ he shakes his head: no hospital. not right now at least. then he leans forward to lay his head to yuki's chest, listening to his heartbeat and swearing it's inside one of the many songs yuki sometimes hums to him. ]
But he did...tell me...Yuki...
[ the hand that was on yuki's face has slid to his upper arm, knots in the sleeve there, trembling.
ah. what a terrible mate. he's still so nervous. some of the words the masses have said about him come back at high speed. mafuyu closes his eyes and makes himself continue, voice misleadingly calm with its near typical softness.
just the faintest tinge of something like fear. ]
...he said...the reason I've been sick...I'm...um...
[ his eyes scrunch closed even tighter. why is it so hard? ]
...'ow do you feel...we never talked about it...um... a ... baby.
[ it is, very possibly the most roundabout way of saying he's pregnant, but as mafuyu's scent all but seeks to drown yuki in it, he finally loosens his hold, slightly leaning back, his head bowed, face flushed such a deep pink it really does seem like a bad fever, his eyes a little too bright and wide even facing the floor. another dizzy spell runs through him so he lets his eyes close after all, waiting. ]