Azaleas [Sakurai Sho one-shot]

Author: tashiichaan
Type: ex-drabble ONE-SHOT. (At 907 words, I’d get shot if I called this a drabble…)
Genre: Romance, Ex-comedy, FLUFF (because that’s possibly the only thing I can write in just 2 hours XD).
Characters: Sakurai Sho, OOC (Hiroki Sorae from my other ficcie, Mercurial Dreams)
Pairing: ShoxHiroki
Summary: If there was someone who could endure Sho’s terrible sleeping habits, it was Sorae.

This little ficlet is written with sole dedication to my flailing partners Oreiji and Maiba-neechan, whom I feel they need something to cure them urgently after the unvirginal event last night of reading/writing that called *coughcough* uncensored Sho___ ficcie…. and of course to keep me sane or I’d go mad and replace the ’she’ with my name T_T Anyhoo, I hope this is full of fluff and warm fuzzy fuzziness enough for you to feel genki and normal again <3333

Note: For those who’re confused, you could take this as an unofficial sequel to my previous Sho-fic, Clovers. But to certain 2 people who’re currently tortured with images of *coughcoughshocoughbedcough*, you could take this as a relieving sequel to that… xD And I wrote this with hardly any editing, so sorry for any mistakes!

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Azaleas

AZALEA [a·zal·ea, noun] : A shrub comprising handsome flowers with clusters of various colors. It is known to represent love, romance, first love, fragile passion, temperance.

She laid still on the bed buried under the thick comforter that was left in a distinguished crumple. Remnants of the night’s passion lingered in the air, the heat and warmth ebbing away in its sweet and slow pace. She had no knowledge of the hours that had passed since they both collapsed on the bed – she had been laying there in the darkness, unable to even catch a wink.

She turned to the innocent sleeping figure beside her and glowered at him as though blaming him for her insomnia. Well, it was all his fault, to be honest. Just when she was trying to send him evil telepathic messages, she groaned at the loud snore coming from him.

“Why oh why?” Sorae whined to herself.

She covered her ears tightly with her fluffy pillow, but to no avail. She had not slept the entire night due to the unashamed snores Sho breathed out, and to consider that his snores were so loud that it echoed in the room, Sorae made a mental note to herself to pack along a pair of earplugs the next time she’d spent the night with him.

She then recalled Aiba the other day, when he had suspiciously pulled her aside to inform her of Sho’s sleeping habits. She inwardly kicked herself for not paying attention to Aiba’s hushed, urgent words about Sho’s snores, his sleep-talking and his teeth-chattering. In fact, she was more concerned about Aiba’s sleeping habits with Sho.

So far, she’d only listened to Sho’s snores in different tones and volumes, some soft and child-like, the rest obnoxious and impossibly deafening. She had to restrain herself plenty of times from stuffing his face with her pillow, but, she sighed to herself sadly as she lowered the pillow in defeat, then that would be called a murder motive. Johnny wouldn’t be too happy to discover I’m trying to murder his beloved Keio boy…

Just then, Sho began chattering his teeth, grinding his jaw together and creating an irritating drilling noise. Sorae clutched her hands over her face in anguish – Sho’s teeth-chattering was so much worse than his snores, and she thought that was the end of the world.

However, she wondered if he was actually getting chills. After all, they were both naked and Sho only had the comforter up to his lower hips and his ankles protruded from the other end. She wasn’t feeling particularly cold – even though it was a cold spring night – but perhaps…?

She sat up on her haunches while pulling the sheet over her bare chest. She held onto Sho’s shoulder and shook his lightly, “Sho, are you cold?” she whispered. She frowned when he didn’t react to her. Should she wake him up? In her mind, she practically begged to do so, but she was just too compassionate. Instead, she pulled the sheet up and blanketed his chest and his shoulders.

At the contact, Sho grunted aloud and shifted around the bed heavily, lying on his side so he would face Sorae directly if she laid down. And he started snoring again.

Sorae glared at him, now on the verge of completely giving up on him. She laid back onto the bed, and winced at the loud snores Sho thundered into her right ear. She crossed her arms, dejected and defeated, marveling at the immense patience Sho’s future wife would need to endure this torture every single night. She smirked slightly, feeling rather sorry for that unlucky woman.

Then she felt her cheeks warmed up instantly. I’m practically mocking myself here…

She turned her face to Sho, his hot breath warming her and sending fuzzy chills shivering down her spine. She studied his eyelashes touching his cheeks, his plump lips pressed together, his soft expression of such vulnerability and innocence. This once, she decided, she would try to block it all out and accept his flaws. She was supposed to love him unconditionally and relish in his imperfection.

“You’re perfect enough for me…” Sorae found herself murmuring, as she stroked his hair adoringly.

In a quick succession, Sho stopped snoring (much to her relief). Instead, he opened his mouth slightly and mumbled something that, if it wasn’t for the halcyon silence in the room, she wouldn’t have caught it.

“…where… the curry…”

Curry? Sorae stared, and broke into a fit of stifled giggles. Sho did have curry for lunch, to which he perspired so distinctly while eating it that he could probably fill up a large mug with his sweat. Sorae didn’t try that, but the next time she brought to him a bowl of curry, she’d remember to experiment that.

“…rae…”

At Sho’s loving murmur, she felt herself tauten with rising heat. She caught a slight smile forming on his lips, and he unknowingly buried his face closer into the crook of her neck, his cheek caressing her delicate skin.

Sorae was so engulfed with the intensity of their love, even by Sho’s very small gesture she trembled with ardent affection. God, she loved this man so much. It was hard not to wrap her arm around his waist and pull him deeper into the embrace. Her stomach pressed against his, but she felt no passion, but so full of bliss and comfort that no words was needed to describe it.

She soon fell into a deep slumber, joining Sho in a dreamless sleep where they dwelled in their undisturbed tranquility, their empyrean.

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