The moonlight seeped through a gap in the drapes, illuminating Cyril's sleeping profile. Ain looked up from his laptop at his friend, sound asleep on his second-hand maroon coloured couch. Cyril's leg's hung off the end of the couch at awkward angles, but he had snuggled comfortably into the material so that his head was nestled right into the crook of the couch. His expression was relaxed, free of all the problems that came back to haunt him in his waking hours. The corners of Ain's mouth lifted slightly as he thought about the weird aches Cyril was going to have the next day from falling asleep in that kind of position.

Ain's desk light was dimmed, pieces of paper scattered around his laptop, the light from the screen illuminating his face brighter than the dimmed light. As he studied Cyrils still features and listened to his steady breaths of slumber, he relished quietly at the fact that the warm silence of his room was filled with Cyril's rhythmic breaths; that it was Cyril's silvery blonde drapes tousled upon his cheap couch, Cyril's musky aroma interweaving with the fresh subtle fragrance of his air freshener. Cyril here, as he always was, accompanying him with his unconscious presence even when Ain was too busy for even sleep.

The moon had a few hours ago reached its peak, and soon, the sun would be raising its head to signal a new day. But for now, the cool darkness of a moonlite morning tugged at Ain's eyelids. The business report due that morning was almost finalised. One more overview and it would be set to be printed for the managerial meeting he was now expected to attend weekly. The promotion and the raise that came with it were spectacular, thus the reason Ain had given in, and finally took the job. But the responsibilities that came with it were just as spectacular; and indeed, it had been significantly eating into the times he would usually spend with Cyril. He got up quietly from his chair, not taking his eyes off Cyril's sleeping form, stretching upwards and to the sides as he eased out the kinks from sitting in that position for almost 5 hrs straight. Ain padded softly across the room, socks muffling his sound of feet against the chilled wooden flooring. He grabbed the small blanket that had been hanging on the back of the couch in readiness, and gently draped it over the lanky, unmoving form. Ain softly knelt down beside the couch, eyes still glued to the young face that was often visited by more frowns than smiles. At this distance he could hear Cyril's soft breathing more clearly, gently echoing through the air like a steady, endless heartbeat. And in that moment, Ain felt struck with a feeling of endlessness, tied around his ugly maroon coach like a warm cocoon of unseen possibilities, encompassing him, and Cyril in an embrace so complete, that he felt he could finally understand that phenomena Cyril liked to call "Fate". He leaned forward almost enquiringly, overwhelmed; these abrupt realisations bubbling and bursting, raising him above the constant monotonous reality that is everyday life. Ain pressed his lips softly to Cyril's, lingering a moment as he felt Cyril's breaths fluttering like butterflies across his cheeks. Ain pulled back, and stared at the mysterious gentle smile that had found its way onto Cyril's lips. Entranced, Ain lay his head down softly beside Cyril's, unwilling to let go of the moment.

The first ray of sun peeked it's fingers over the glowing morning horizon, and soft whispers fluttered across the golden light.

"I love you".

"Love you too".

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A/N: Been reading some shonen-ai and yaoi manga again recently, and it got my feels flowing again for thes mxm relationships, and one night, around 1-2pm, I just really wanted to write... something. And this happened. I hope this short one-shot manages to evoke even just a few feels!