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Hizashi paced the bedroom impatiently. It was 11 pm already, and he should be sleeping but he was restless, couldn’t focus on anything and all that was left was to walk circles into the plush carpet of his and Shouta’s bedroom.
He was startled by a knock on the door and Nemuri poked her head inside. “Come on, babe,” she chided. “Tomorrow’s big day, go to bed!”
Hizashi looked at her with desperation in his eyes, his hair up in a bun and silk cap to make sure it didn’t tangle during the night. “I can’t! My wedding is tomorrow and I can’t sleep and I’ll have dark circles, and look awful, and…”
“Oh my God,” Nemuri groaned. “Do you want me to get Shouta?”
At that Hizashi stopped pacing and screeched, “NO!!!”
She looked at him as if he were an idiot. “You’re the only one who cares about that stupid Western tradition, ya know?”
Hizashi pouted and crossed arms over his chest. He knew that, thank you very much.
Not wanting to die on this particular hill, Nemuri let out a long-suffering sigh. “Just… call him. Oboro tells me he’s a mess too, anyway.” And with that, she closed the door.
Hizashi stayed still for a moment but then rushed to his phone that was charging on his nightstand and quickly dialed his fiance.
Shouta picked up after the first ring.
“Zashi?” He asked breathlessly, concern clear in his voice.
“Hey, baby,” Hizashi whispered and plopped on his back on the bed. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
Shouta snickered. “I’m not the one who needs eight hours of beauty sleep.”
Hizashi huffed indignantly. “Yeah, because you’re a lost cause.”
His fiance chuckled over the phone, the sound filling Hizashi with warmth. “Am I really?”
Hizashi sighed and put arm over his forehead. “Of course you are,” he said with a small smile. Of course he was. But he was Hizashi’s lost cause and he wouldn’t change it for the world. “I want to see you.”
“And whose idea-”
“Shudup,” he murmured and rolled on his stomach. “I just… can’t believe that tomorrow I’ll be your husband and you’ll be mine , and just…” he aggressively rubbed his eye to dispel any tears that may have threatened to fall. “I…”
“I love you,” Shouta interrupted him and Hizashi shut his mouth with a click. “And I know I probably should wait till tomorrow, and for the vows but… Sunshine, Songbird, I’m so incredibly excited.”
Hizashi sniffled, tears gathering in his eyes; this time, he wasn’t even trying to stop them from rolling down his cheeks. He just wished Shouta was there to brush them away, to kiss him on the tip of his nose and hold him close.
He lolled his head to the side to look at the black haori and striped hakama, which he’d wear tomorrow to the Shintou shrine for the ceremony. He knew that an identical outfit was hanging on the closet door in Oboro and Nemuri’s guest room across the apartment hall, where Shouta was staying the night in their flat.
God, why did he insist on adhering to a stupid Western tradition when their wedding was in Shintou practice anyway? That was so dumb of him, they could be cuddling right now, and whispering I love you s to one another, and making sweet love to celebrate their union. Instead Hizashi was laying on their bed, crying and wishing he could feel the warmth of Shouta’s body.
“I love you so much, Starlight,” he sobbed. He cleared his throat when the words came out choked.
Shouta, the traitor, laughed on the other side of the phone but it sounded suspiciously wet.
“I love you too, Sunshine. Do you want me to sing to you?”
Hizashi perked up. Shouta wasn't a fan of singing, despite having a lovely voice, so Hizashi wasn’t one to decline such an offer, given how rare they were.
“Wait,” he asked and made himself comfortable, slipping under the covers. “I’m ready,” he murmured, his phone on speaker, laying next to him on the pillow.
“I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care”
Hizashi laughed wetly at the song choice and the fact Shouta jumped straight to the chorus; how very straightforward and typical of him.
“I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart”
Shouta’s voice filled the bedroom, soft and tender and Hizashi felt the tension draining out of him. He still wished he could hear Shouta without the technological barrier between them but even this connection had helped.
His fiance’s presence had that effect on him, regardless how limited it was.
“No summer's high, no warm July
No harvest moon to light one tender August night”
Hizashi was about to protest, because July was awesome, excuse you! In that moment, though, there was a knock on the door and before he could tell Nemuri to get lost, he heard the next lines coming not from the speaker, because the call had ended, but through the door.
“No autumn breeze, no falling leaves
Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies.”
Tears gathered in his eyes again and he jumped from under the covers and ran to swing the door open.
“Hey,” he breathed out to Shouta, who was standing there, in the flesh, soft smile playing on his lips. He should have expected that his future husband wouldn’t leave him alone when he was being sad, traditions be damned, and would come from down the hall to be there with him.
“I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care, I do.”
Shouta slipped his arms around Hizashi’s waist and pulled him flush against his chest, his breath fanning over the blonde’s lips.
“And I mean it from the bottom of my heart,” he finished and leaned in to kiss Hizashi sweetly, the man meeting him in the middle.
Hizashi’s heart burst with happiness at the simple contact, and he dragged his husband-to-be inside their bedroom.
“Nemuri? You may want to go home!” He warned before closing the door. He barely managed to lock it and he was being pulled towards their bed.
Well. That was definitely a much better reason to lose sleep.