Hitoshi woke up to the feeling of his mattress sinking with the weight of another person. He kept his eyes closed and his body relaxed on his side, not wanting to deal with whoever had let themselves into his room. With his luck, Mina probably wanted more dating advice at an ungodly hour. It wouldn’t be the first time it had happened. He waited for the mass on his bed to speak, let him know who to ignore until the morning.
“Toshi? You awake?” Ah, Denki. His one weakness. He was about to force himself to sit up when he felt two fingers set themselves across his neck. They stayed there for a few moments before returning to their owner. “Oh, god, that was so stupid. I’m sorry,” Denki whispered. “I had a nightmare and I needed to make sure you were still alive.” Hitoshi could feel Denki shift slightly. “I’m just gonna sit for a few minutes and then I’ll go back to my room. God, this is so creepy, I’m so sorry. I don’t want to be alone right now though.” It wasn’t like Denki to be muttering like that, and it made Hitoshi worried. He decided to speak up.
“Denks, come here.” Hitoshi rolled so he was on his back, looking up at his boyfriend. Denki just stared down at him for a moment, a mixed look of tiredness, fear, and shock written on his features. From here, Hitoshi could see the tear tracks running down his cheeks. “Oh, Denks,” he muttered. “Do you want the nightlight?” Denki nodded as he stood up to go turn it on. A soft yellow glow came from the Pikachu plugged into the wall. “Come here, sweetheart.” Hitoshi pulled the blankets back so Denki could slide under the covers. The moment he was close enough, Hitoshi pulled him straight into his chest. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Denki waited for a few moments before speaking.
“You died,” he softly whispered. “You died and there was nothing I could do about it. Oh, god, you were in a burning building and you kept yelling ‘Denki! Denki, save me!’ but I couldn’t do anything!” Denki started crying again, so Hitoshi held him tighter and started rubbing his back softly. “You were screaming, and then you just stopped. I waited and waited, but you never…” Denki threw his hands over his face and cried harder.
“Hey, baby, it’s okay. I’m okay, I’m right here. See? I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.” Hitoshi gently lifted one of Denki’s hands off his face and put it on his own. “See? I’m alive, I’m okay. You’re okay too. Everything’s okay, everything’s okay,” he whispered, bringing one hand up and running it across the exposed half of Denki’s face. Denki leaned into the touch, moving his own hand to comb through Hitoshi’s hair. They stayed like that for a few minutes, simply enjoying each other.
“Toshi?” Denki whispered. Hitoshi hummed in response. “Will you do the thing?”
“Which thing?” Hitoshi questioned, a knowing smirk on his face. Denki whined and lightly hit Hitoshi’s shoulder.
“You know! The thing!” His face was a very bright red now. Hitoshi decided he loved that color on his boyfriend. It could do without the tears, though. He’d have to fix that quickly.
“You mean singing?” Singing had become a very important part of their relationship. They had memorised each other’s favourite songs a long time ago. Each song seemed to have its own name, depending on what it meant to them. Each song had something in common, however. They all felt like home.
“Yes, singing. Please?” Denki whined. How could Hitoshi refuse his adorable boyfriend? He leaned forward and kissed his nose gently, getting a hiccuping giggle from his still crying boyfriend.
“Which song, babe?” He moved his thumb over Denki’s cheek, gently removing the wetness there.
“The special song.” Denki sounded embarrassed at the request.
“Sure thing, Denks. Now, come here.” Hitoshi gently pulled Denki towards him. The blond complied, laying his head on Hitoshi’s chest and throwing one leg and arm over his body. Hitoshi moved his left arm to hold Denki’s waist, using the other to rub small circles on his back. He let his boyfriend get comfortable for a moment.
“Thanks, Toshi,” Denki mumbled, sleepiness lacing his words. Hitoshi laid a kiss on the top of Denki’s head before he began singing.
“The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping,” he started, feeling Denki relax with every word. “I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken. So I bowed my head and I cried.” Denki’s breathing was beginning to even out, his hiccups finally stopping.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.” The circles on Denki’s back became slower, more soothing. “You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.” Hitoshi laid another gentle kiss on his boyfriend’s head, smiling to himself. Denki always fell asleep quickly when he sang. It was adorable. He would sing to him every night if he wanted it. He continued his circles on Denki’s back, though at this point they were more for himself than his boyfriend. After a few minutes, he felt dreams touch the edge of his consciousness. He decided to sing for another moment, just for himself.
“I see your monsters, I see your pain,” he began softly, careful to keep his voice to a whisper to avoid waking Denki. “Tell me your problems, I’ll chase them away.” He moved the hand off Denki’s back to wipe the final tears away from his face. “I’ll be your lighthouse, I’ll make it okay. When I see your monsters, I’ll stand there so brave, and chase them all away.” He sighed happily, holding his boyfriend a little tighter. “Goodnight, Denki. I love you so much. I’ll always protect you.” He smiled as he let sleep take him.