Maruki stood by the sink, watching the water rise steadily in the glass tumbler. The quiet sound of the faucet filled the room, blending with Akira's soft, tired murmuring. "Good dreams... yes," Maruki said gently, his voice carrying a wistful edge. "Even if others can’t accept them at first, we should still do our best to help them." His smile lingered, faint but sincere, as he turned off the faucet and turned back to the kitchen table.
As he set the glass down in front of Akira, Maruki immediately noticed the boy slumped over, his head resting on his folded arms. His eyes softened at the sight, a fond huff following through. He reached out and ruffled Akira's hair lightly, careful not to startle him. "You know," he said quietly, a touch of amusement in his tone, "we should’ve done this back in your room. I don’t know why it didn’t even click for me."
Maruki’s own exhaustion was catching up to him; he stifled a yawn, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. A glance at the clock on the wall confirmed it—2:35 a.m. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I’m not exactly operating at full capacity right now," he admitted with a soft chuckle.
"Occupational hazard when you have an insomniac streak, I guess."
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As he set the glass down in front of Akira, Maruki immediately noticed the boy slumped over, his head resting on his folded arms. His eyes softened at the sight, a fond huff following through. He reached out and ruffled Akira's hair lightly, careful not to startle him. "You know," he said quietly, a touch of amusement in his tone, "we should’ve done this back in your room. I don’t know why it didn’t even click for me."
Maruki’s own exhaustion was catching up to him; he stifled a yawn, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. A glance at the clock on the wall confirmed it—2:35 a.m. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I’m not exactly operating at full capacity right now," he admitted with a soft chuckle.
"Occupational hazard when you have an insomniac streak, I guess."