「忠実」 ;; Simon followed him without protest and without noise. He would make not a sound forever more if it meant Nahyuta would not stop singing. The man’s voice was beautiful, even more so in the dead of the night as it chased away the demons that haunted him.
The prosecutor was quick to pull his fellow into bed, gentle smile still stretched across pale lips. His eyes were pulled shut, lulled to close by the monk’s lullaby.
“ Nahyuta, my moon… ” Dare he say the words ? “愛してるよ . ”
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
Nahyuta chuckled as Simon pulled him into his own bed, falling into his arms. He’s very warm. Nahyuta haven’t felt this warmth in a long time, and he could sleep easily if time freezes forever. Just as Simon told him he loved him, his jade orbs widened. He looked into his eyes: he’s telling the truth.
❝… I love you too, my dear sun.❞
The monk kissed him once again, but passion came to him. Thunder roared through the gray skies, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was his sun.
