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imagine sakusa kiyoomi, born and raised in tokyo and conditioned only to sleep when there are cars honking and loud noises in the distance, visiting hinata’s family for the first time in the country and wondering how the hell one family can be so loud in a town so quiet
sakusa is used to coming home to an empty apartment with only the low hum of the busy city keeping him company, but hinata’s house is small and warm and vibrant, filled with a mother who dotes on them and a little sister who adores them and always wants to play
he’s not used to it at all. doesn’t know how to exist in a place where people are constantly smiling at him, wanting to take care of him, and doesn’t know how to sleep when it’s so quiet he can hear his own thoughts. he’s even more aftaid to want it
just when he thinks he might stay awake all night, hinata crawls over onto sakusa’s futon like a little blanket slug, sneaking beneath his covers and guiding sakusa’s head to rest against his chest so he can hear the gentle, soothing rhythm of hinata’s heartbeat beneath his ribs
“it’s too quiet, right?” hinata murmurs, sleepily, sweetly. his heartbeat is steady and kind, even though his fingers are warm where they curl through kiyoomi’s hair at the back of his neck. “‘s this okay?”
kiyoomi swallows thickly. he’s so much bigger than hinata, could dwarf him with one hand, and yet he feels so small and treasured in hinata’s arms, like he’s something precious worth protecting. “yeah,” kiyoomi croaks, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper
he falls asleep like that, with a calming rhythm against his ear and hinata’s lips resting against the top of his head, feeling warmer and more at home than he’s ever been
