As he slid open the front door to the house he called out
softly in his signature flat tone “Tadaima.”
There was no response as he kicked off his shoes in the
genkan and hung up his bag with a brow quirked. Was Rin not home? Was he ok?
Haru made his way quietly towards the living room and brushed his fingers
through dark hair while blue eyes scanned the room for his rambunctious red
A soft smile twitched at his lips as his gaze found the
target of his search and couldn’t stop the gentle smile that lightened up the
On the couch laid a passed out Rin with Haruka’s sweatshirt
on and snuggled up under one of their cuddle blankets. It was endearingly
adorable and beyond cute, and, if it wasn’t for the fact that he would die a rather
painful death, there would be picture evidence for further blackmail. So instead
he stepped closer on sock covered feet to the couch, and thusly, his boyfriend.
His chest rose and fell as some of his silky red hair fell
across his peaceful face. God he was beautiful like this. No scowl, no worry
lines, just a relaxed, childlike, face and little puffs of airy sores escaping
with his breath. Haru was entranced and crouched down silently and lifted a
finger to brush the stray strands of hair behind Rin’s ear.
He leaned forward as his fingers traced Rin’s jaw tenderly
and pressed his lips to his boyfriend’s forehead lovingly. His heart did a flip
flop in his chest as he brushed his nose against red hair and inhaled the scent
of his sweet, cherry blossom shampoo, and smiled softly as he watched the man
shift under the blanket softly in response to the tender kiss.
Red eyes slowly opened to find Haru facing him and he gave
his lover one of his signature sleepy grins with hooded eyes. “Okaeri” his
voice was gravely from sleep, but the light in his sanguine eyes sparkled
sweetly as he nuzzled Haruka’s nose playfully before he planted a soft kiss
against his boyfriend’s forehead with
slow, drowsy movements.
The quiet was awkward. Makoto felt like she should say something to
break it, to get Rin to talk to her, but every time she opened her mouth, the
words died in her throat. What was she
supposed to say? Rin already knew that
things were okay now, that Makoto wasn’t mad at her, that they were friends
again, so why did everything feel so off?
Translated the Sourin scene from High☆Speed Free! Starting Days movie where Sousuke’s heart breaks after Rin tells him he’s leaving for Iwatobi. Do you like pain because this scene hurts so good lol. (Video source credit to albatrossmuffinfor the raw)~
Finally finished watching Voltron. Had to do a crossover.
And as much as I like the red aesthetic for Rin, he’s def better suited as the leader, especially since Sousuke likes to do a lot of things his way. … I did give him the glowy Galra hand though because APPARENTLY I HAVE A THING FOR TRAGIC HOT DADS.