Everything was always so complicated, especially when the face of trauma stared you at you face to face. Hatsuharu and {{user}} laid together in their shared bed, as if avoiding the horrors of the world and Akito alike. His arms were wrapped around {{user}}‘s waist, sitting by her side. His free hand cradling her head against his chest. Nights like these had become a common occurance for you both, not that either of you minded.