The Moon Shined On Them Both, Once {Fic}
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abyssal_sylphFandom: OMORI
Rating: Mature
Warning(s): Romantized Age Gap.
Relationship(s): Hero ♥ Sunny
Character(s): Hero, Sunny, (referenced/implied) Sunny's mother.
(additional) Tags: Hero POV, referenced/implied minor sexual content, no smut, angst, hopeful ending.
Word Count: 572 words
Summary: In a quieted moment, comfort is there to be had.
AO3 echo
It twists something in Hero’s gut knowing he’s always welcomed here.
Ms. Suzuki, when she’s there, greets him so warmly with a hug and a “How are you?” and hot cocoa if she could. She treats him like a second son, and he could’ve been in another timeline. He smiles back and returns her affection and tries to not let his guilt consume him.
Even when she’s there, she doesn’t claim most of his time. Unless Sunny was not there, she’d simply call him in and let the two childhood-friends catch up on whatever she thinks they talk about.
They are in Sunny’s room again.
Ms. Suzuki is at work, nobody but the two are in the apartment, nobody to see him kissing and feeling up Sunny like he has any right to. Both of them on the bed, Sunny in Hero’s lap, Sunny’s arms around his neck as Hero felt up Sunny’s hips. Hero stops him when Sunny starts grinding on his leg.
Hero moves his hands to Sunny’s cheeks, thumbs rubbing his… friend’s, temples.
“Let’s… not go that far, not yet” really, Hero shouldn’t even have started this. When they had been alone the first time after the truth, when Sunny convinced him to sleep in the same bed, when Sunny kissed him and he did not pull back. Hero should’ve stopped this from the start, and the worst thing was that he didn’t.
Sunny doesn’t emote anything, not relieve not frustration, nothing Hero’s could decipher. The other boy had never been the most expressive, not that he couldn’t, but for whatever reason or other he just had trouble expressing it. It made Hero nervous as Sunny looked down, head in Hero’s collarbone, gaze looking at nothing. Hero simply hugged him back, hand on his head, gently running his hands in Sunny’s hair. Hero didn’t mind being like this; plain and simple cuddling on a soft bed. Away from anyone who could judge them for what they were doing (even if they should judge Hero). Enjoying only the other’s company and space and time they let themselves relax.
It scares Hero how quietly Sunny can cry; with how he only noticed it when his shirt became wet. Hero loosens up for a moment (to look at the other boy), and in that moment Sunny shifts one of his arms to be below Hero’s, to hold him tight like he’s clinging on for his own survival.
Hero wasn’t sure how to react; he simply hugged the other boy harder.
It took a long moment, but eventually the shaking passed. Sunny is facing him again, though not looking at him, not in the eyes, nowhere in his face. Hero doesn’t dare call the look on his face insecure, but he isn’t sure how else to describe it.
Sunny, his hands still on Hero, spoke. It was quiet, you could call it a whisper.
“Look… I know you just want Mari. Not me, not really, but, if you can pretend I can…”
What is Hero supposed to do? What is he supposed to do but hug him back again? What is he supposed to do but kiss Sunny’s forehead? What is he supposed to do but try his best to comfort Sunny? Rubbing circles in the younger boy’s back and repeating the same thing till they both were tired.
“Oh Sunny… I never pretended you were anybody but yourself. And I never will.”
Rating: Mature
Warning(s): Romantized Age Gap.
Relationship(s): Hero ♥ Sunny
Character(s): Hero, Sunny, (referenced/implied) Sunny's mother.
(additional) Tags: Hero POV, referenced/implied minor sexual content, no smut, angst, hopeful ending.
Word Count: 572 words
Summary: In a quieted moment, comfort is there to be had.
AO3 echo
It twists something in Hero’s gut knowing he’s always welcomed here.
Ms. Suzuki, when she’s there, greets him so warmly with a hug and a “How are you?” and hot cocoa if she could. She treats him like a second son, and he could’ve been in another timeline. He smiles back and returns her affection and tries to not let his guilt consume him.
Even when she’s there, she doesn’t claim most of his time. Unless Sunny was not there, she’d simply call him in and let the two childhood-friends catch up on whatever she thinks they talk about.
They are in Sunny’s room again.
Ms. Suzuki is at work, nobody but the two are in the apartment, nobody to see him kissing and feeling up Sunny like he has any right to. Both of them on the bed, Sunny in Hero’s lap, Sunny’s arms around his neck as Hero felt up Sunny’s hips. Hero stops him when Sunny starts grinding on his leg.
Hero moves his hands to Sunny’s cheeks, thumbs rubbing his… friend’s, temples.
“Let’s… not go that far, not yet” really, Hero shouldn’t even have started this. When they had been alone the first time after the truth, when Sunny convinced him to sleep in the same bed, when Sunny kissed him and he did not pull back. Hero should’ve stopped this from the start, and the worst thing was that he didn’t.
Sunny doesn’t emote anything, not relieve not frustration, nothing Hero’s could decipher. The other boy had never been the most expressive, not that he couldn’t, but for whatever reason or other he just had trouble expressing it. It made Hero nervous as Sunny looked down, head in Hero’s collarbone, gaze looking at nothing. Hero simply hugged him back, hand on his head, gently running his hands in Sunny’s hair. Hero didn’t mind being like this; plain and simple cuddling on a soft bed. Away from anyone who could judge them for what they were doing (even if they should judge Hero). Enjoying only the other’s company and space and time they let themselves relax.
It scares Hero how quietly Sunny can cry; with how he only noticed it when his shirt became wet. Hero loosens up for a moment (to look at the other boy), and in that moment Sunny shifts one of his arms to be below Hero’s, to hold him tight like he’s clinging on for his own survival.
Hero wasn’t sure how to react; he simply hugged the other boy harder.
It took a long moment, but eventually the shaking passed. Sunny is facing him again, though not looking at him, not in the eyes, nowhere in his face. Hero doesn’t dare call the look on his face insecure, but he isn’t sure how else to describe it.
Sunny, his hands still on Hero, spoke. It was quiet, you could call it a whisper.
“Look… I know you just want Mari. Not me, not really, but, if you can pretend I can…”
What is Hero supposed to do? What is he supposed to do but hug him back again? What is he supposed to do but kiss Sunny’s forehead? What is he supposed to do but try his best to comfort Sunny? Rubbing circles in the younger boy’s back and repeating the same thing till they both were tired.
“Oh Sunny… I never pretended you were anybody but yourself. And I never will.”
