[Hijikata knows exactly who's here in his arms. Who else has he ever let stay the night in his bed?]
[What he doesn't quite process, this early in the morning, is why he probably shouldn't have allowed it this time. All he really knows at first is that Souji's here, and he might be dreaming, but even so, it's the first time in probably almost two that years he's woken up feeling like everything is as it should be.]
[He lets out a deep, contented sigh, sliding a lazy hand over Souji's back, pressing his lips to the top of his head.]
[This is theirs. This is right.]
Souji...
[The name is like a little prayer of thanks, quiet and intimate, the roughness of sleep doing nothing to mar the gentleness of his voice.]
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[What he doesn't quite process, this early in the morning, is why he probably shouldn't have allowed it this time. All he really knows at first is that Souji's here, and he might be dreaming, but even so, it's the first time in probably almost two that years he's woken up feeling like everything is as it should be.]
[He lets out a deep, contented sigh, sliding a lazy hand over Souji's back, pressing his lips to the top of his head.]
[This is theirs. This is right.]
Souji...
[The name is like a little prayer of thanks, quiet and intimate, the roughness of sleep doing nothing to mar the gentleness of his voice.]