[It's during a moment when he slips into an unwilling doze when it happens-- Naoki jolts into wakefulness, holding his breath and staring forward in the dark space of the living room, the sun trying to break through the curtains. He hasn't been sleeping much, if at all, as though he'll miss something if he closes his eyes for too long.
That's impossible to mistake, though. He thinks. He hopes.
His heart lurches up in his throat and he rises unsteadily to his feet, looking toward the door (closed, he's just left both of their room doors closed all this time, as if unable to bear looking inside after the first day) before walking to it.
Naoki opens up the door remarkably timidly, when his first instinct is to just slam inside. But he's still not sure if his senses are lying to him. He's keeping his breathing quiet, straining, even though there's a definite feeling of presence here and he can see her in the bed (though he wouldn't put it past his imagination, to be honest)--] Yang?
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That's impossible to mistake, though. He thinks. He hopes.
His heart lurches up in his throat and he rises unsteadily to his feet, looking toward the door (closed, he's just left both of their room doors closed all this time, as if unable to bear looking inside after the first day) before walking to it.
Naoki opens up the door remarkably timidly, when his first instinct is to just slam inside. But he's still not sure if his senses are lying to him. He's keeping his breathing quiet, straining, even though there's a definite feeling of presence here and he can see her in the bed (though he wouldn't put it past his imagination, to be honest)--] Yang?