Natsuki blinked down at Aine noticing his limp nature to find that he was sleeping. Seeing how gentle and relaxed the usually tense tealette was right now made Natsuki smile softly. He gently cradled the smaller man into him, stroking his hair out of his face. As he did this, a few of the pastel blossoms fluttered from his hair and he smiled even brighter.
He looked so precious. Like a little pixie of some sorts. Feeling over come by Aine’s cuteness, Natsuki squeezed him into a slightly tighter hug, trying to be aware of his sleeping state so Aine wasn’t awakened. A small chuckle fell from his lips while he snuggled the tealette; the blonde hesitated at his close state to his beloved but found himself placing a kiss upon the smaller man’s forehead.
It was then that Aine muttered his name in his sleep that Natsuki pulled away and looked down at Aine curiously, “Aine-chan…..?“ he muttered, almost in reply.
"I know this is a dream,” Aine mumbled in his sleep. His eyes remained closed and he gave a soft sigh.
“But if I tell you here, maybe my heart will feel better.”
Aine remained to be in a heavy sleep, but his clenched fist trembled by his side. Upset feelings still lingered in him; he was frustrated with himself.
“I don’t know if I have any right to tell you though because I hurt you, Natsuki-kun.”
His face scrunched up in pain from his dream. He was unsure what to do. Even if it was only in his sleep, Aine was still afraid to tell him.
“Can I still tell you…?”
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