"Oh. I just came to say goodnight." He said and I nodded, saying a small 'goodnight' of my own. I was about to close the door when he opened his mouth like he was going to say something.
"Sorry, if you need anything during the night then just come find me. Unless you don't need me like if you just want some water or something then obviously don't come find me just get it out of the fridge I mean unless you do want me for that specific reason then just-" I put a finger to his lips to stop him. He sighed. "Sorry for being so flustery, I'm just a bit nervous is all." He said looking down.
I've never seen him like this before, he's a very calm and collected guy- it was something I was always envious about. But it's nice to see him like this, I suppose it's pretty cute to know I'm having such an effect on him.

"It's okay." I muttered, holding his hand. "Goodnight Hiroto." I said, shyly kissing his cheek. He hugged me "Goodnight Midorikawa, I love you." I blushed and told him that I loved him back then hopped into my new bed and turned off the light.

I woke up for the third time that night, I turned over trying to get comfortable again but got freaked out by the wired shadows dancing around the room. It didn't help of course, that I had agreed to watch The Conjuring with Nagumo a couple days ago-that fucker was trying to act all macho when really he was more scared than I was. I spent an hour picking caramel popcorn out of my hair.

I curled up in a ball under the duvet, trying to gain some comfort, but it was too hot and I couldn't breathe. I needed to be out of this room. I creeped downstairs to the living room then remembered that I'd left my duvet and pillow upstairs. I weighed up going back up or just forgetting it but I was too tired, I just wanted to sleep.
I tried to get comfortable on the sofa, slowly falling asleep....

(Hiroto)
I rubbed my eyes as I walked downstairs to get a glass of water. There was a strange sort of mumbling sound coming from the living room, hesitantly I walked in then smiled when I saw that it was just Midorikawa. He must have been creeped in that room- didn't he watch IT with Nagumo a couple of days ago? I probably should have just asked him to sleep with me....but wouldn't that have been too forward? Well...we're both adults, and we did just practically confess our love to each other....
Still...
Whatever, he was already down here now.

For a moment I just stared at him, I never thought I'd be this lucky. I can't remember when it was that I first realised that I wanted to be more than friends with him. We'd been best friends during childhood, only growing closer as each year passed. Maybe it was when we became teenagers? Though I suppose that could just be down to hormones. Reina used to joke that it was a miracle Hitomiko-neesan never found out Suzuno and Nagumo were dating- they weren't exactly discreet about it.
I laughed- Midorikawa had been the one to first theorise that they were secretly together "After all, opposites attract don't they?"

I really do love his sayings.
It's still so hard to pin point. Maybe it was before then? I felt different about him one day, but it wasn't an overwhelming feeling of crushing hard, it was more like...I just woke up one day thinking that I wanted to spend as long as possible with him. He was so interesting and I loved spending time with him. I loved him.

Midorikawa made a noise, bringing me out of my reverie. "Whenever it happened, I'm just glad it did." I whispered.
He looked incredibly uncomfortable - his legs were hanging loosely over the edge and he was fidgeting around a lot. "This won't do." I muttered before shaking him gently. I debated trying to carry him upstairs, and although I've been going to the gym with Nagumo twice a week for a while now, I don't think I'm quite strong enough to carry an adult male up the stairs without injuring myself or dropping him.

Midorikawa stirred awake "Nn Kiyama?" He mumbled, my heart always flutters when he uses my first name.
"We're going upstairs okay?" I explained, giving him a hand up off the sofa. He was incredibly exhausted and probably half-asleep since he only nodded before placing his arm around my neck and leaning on me for support. I held onto him tightly as we headed up the stairs together to my bedroom.
Around halfway up he turned in my grip and snuggled into me, I smiled down at him.
His hair was out and slightly messy, it was a good look on him. I made my way to my bedroom and gently placed him in my bed, walking around to the other side and getting in.

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep when I felt him grab hold of my shirt and cuddle up closely to me, I was surprised at first, but then I just wrapped my arms around him tightly, determined not to let him go. "I love you." I whispered in his ears and I could have sworn I heard him reply...

(Across town)
The blonde stumbled into his home, he wasn't that drunk but he sure was tired, it dawned on him that he was getting older and it was getting harder to party like he used to. He let out a sigh as he fumbled the key in the lock, trying to focus his eyes properly. Afuro yawned loudly and stretched.

He looked out into the hallway-empty. The kitchen-diner he'd recently refurbished with the help of Fubuki now seemed so cold and uninviting. He was about to walk past it but his mind told him to turn on the light, it was something he always did; when you live alone you get into that habit, checking every room, making sure the windows are locked... Afuro told himself he did it for his own safety and peace of mind, of course, but recently... recently this little charade had changed for him, it became sort of exciting really. No, he wasn't crazy, of course seeing someone in his house was a terrifying prospect, but at least it was someone.

Afuro longed to find someone else in his big empty house. His house that, as beautiful and highly decorated as it was, never felt like a home to him. A home was somewhere joyous and happy, filled with laughter and chatter and lovely aromas and the sound of people running up and down the stairs. Afuro has none of that. He craved that.

He slumped up against the front door. How long could he carry on like this? Pretend this was fine? Pretend he was okay and not desperately, utterly, painfully lonely?
It had been so long since he'd felt a real, proper connection with someone, real love for someone. He'd been on plenty of dates, brought men and women back to this house, smiled when they complimented him on how gorgeous everything was, how beautiful he was, but in the morning....his beautiful house felt cold again, that crushing loneliness sweeping in as soon as he opened his eyes.
'I wish...I wish we could have more than this...'

That dream entered his mind every morning, as he picked up his clothes, as he was complimented, as his lovers left- he wanted more.
He needed more.