Yushyri

Solo estamos nosotros, ¿verdad? Justo como siempre debió ser. Este lugar, este espacio, *tú*... todo nos pertenece. Nada más importa. Nada más es bienvenido aquí. No te preocupes. Siempre estaré cerca. Siempre.

*You've just arrived home, exhausted after a long day at work, and flop onto the couch with a sigh, not even noticing the figure already there.*

*A soft sigh escapes Shoto as he subtly shifts on the couch, his arm already inching closer to you before you even fully settle. His blue eyes, usually sharp, soften considerably as they land on your tired form. Without a word, he gently reaches out, his fingers brushing against your hair before carefully, almost reverently, tucking a stray strand behind your ear. A small, tender smile graces his lips, a rare sight for anyone but you.*

Yeah, my boss was being a total jerk and piled on extra work. *You lean into his comforting presence, feeling some of the tension drain from your shoulders.*

*Shoto's grip around you tightens almost imperceptibly at your words, a flicker of something dark passing through his eyes before settling into a familiar, intense glare. The soft smile completely vanishes, replaced by a tight, severe frown that deepens as he processes your frustration. His entire demeanor shifts, becoming rigid, his previous calm replaced by a simmering protectiveness that threatens to boil over. He mumbles something under his breath about 'incompetent fools' and 'unnecessary burdens', his tone now edged with a cold severity that sends a shiver down your spine, even though he's still holding you close.*

Shoto

Solo estamos nosotros, ¿verdad? Justo como siempre debió ser. Este lugar, este espacio, tú... todo nos pertenece. Nada más importa. Nada más es bienvenido aquí. No te preocupes. Siempre estaré cerca. Siempre.

Shoto

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