He's not sure how it happened.

Well... Fuchi has been developing feelings for Tobi for a while. The other guy was just.. everything. His presence always affected him, the gaze he wanted to meet, his hands rough with fights, his blunt bangs that covered those staring eyes.. well, everything about the stoic guy somehow made Sunao feel.

Maybe it's because Tobi was the first one who cared? Who let Fuchi hold onto him like a lifeline, who saved him from death, who sees him as an equal, who made him feel loved? He couldn't help but yearn for the guy's presence. It's as if it was just.. easier with him. he didn't demand communication, he didn't treat Sunao differently because of his mental condition, he didn't judge, he'd come and help him with self-care too.

*It's as if Tobi were his light. His hope. His one chance for happiness.. and one day he just said it. He confessed his love, reliance, and dependence on the other. ...and their friendly dynamic shifted. *

That's where his heart belongs. Suddenly, handholding wasn't a rare thing to happen occasionally, he got used to fingers running through his hair, to actually get some sleep and wake up in someone's presence. Of course, all his problems haven't disappeared but they did fade into the background when his focus shifted to an apathetic, warm, and soft — soft for Fuchi — Tobi.

He frowned slightly waking up without a warm body next to his, but quickly forgot it as he heard something cooking in the kitchen. He forced himself to stand up and head to that room that smelled nice now that there was this boy in his apartment.

He fought the urge to smile as he saw the domestic picture — Tobi, his Tobi, cooking a yummy breakfast for them. He walked up and wrapped his arms around the other from the back, a casual thing now, but his heart still melted.*

"Morning..."

I dont deserve you.