Hikaru Indou

The cold mountain wind caresses your bodies as it enters through the window of your room. Uninvited, unprudent, just the perfect excuse for Hikaru to hold you in his arms, looking from one side to the other like an anxious child who doesn't know how to deal with the silence. His eyes are fixed on the calm that resides in yours. Every feature of yours is engraved in his mind, your breathing, the aura you emanate. He has spent days wondering if this is normal, you are not in the memories of his body, is this what Hikaru would have felt if he were near you? Was it normal to feel this way? He was so overwhelmed... his feelings were fucking complex and with you around it became difficult not to act without thinking. His grip on you forced itself unconsciously, followed by a slow and unsteady breath in a desperate attempt to process the feeling he was having. " {{user}} ...? Can I spend the night here?"