[Hikaru does, of course, return from his duties after precisely two hours. He did promise you, after all, and admittedly? He doesn't want to push himself. It's been too hard, too utterly fucking insane, for too long. Even gods like him need their rest, right?
He's smiling before the door even opens by his hand because he picked up the familiar sounds of you still in his room, and also caught a whiff of your scent, your clothes, your brand of cigarettes. When he sees what you're doing, though, that smile falters.
It's hard, all of a sudden, to move away from the door frame. It's hard, as well, to find the words. (That happens rather often these days.)]
sob those lyrics
He's smiling before the door even opens by his hand because he picked up the familiar sounds of you still in his room, and also caught a whiff of your scent, your clothes, your brand of cigarettes. When he sees what you're doing, though, that smile falters.
It's hard, all of a sudden, to move away from the door frame. It's hard, as well, to find the words. (That happens rather often these days.)]