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The Hazama household was covered in a blanket of darkness, the only sources of light coming from the moon outside and the small television in the living room. There was a certain chill in the home that seeped into every object as a result of the snowy condition outside, but it was powerless against the radiating warmth of the couple on the couch. You laid comfortably in the loving arms of your beloved Black Jack, snuggled under a large, fluffy blanket. It was movie night and today you picked out a sappy, romantic drama to watch together.
Quiet, heartfelt sobs erupted from the TV, and you could feel a few of your own eyes leak at the sight of the two forbidden lovers finally uniting. The man had refused to be with the young lady due to the frowned upon, dangerous nature of his profession, but the woman had refused to give up on her love for him. After getting involved with some dangerous groups, and almost losing their lives, he accepted that he loved her too much to let her go, and he finally let himself be with her. This beautiful union on screen made a couple more tears cascade down your cheeks. Ah, you were just as emotional as Pinoko. You’re sure she would have very much enjoyed this movie as well; in fact, normally she was a committed participant of movie night, but today she had such a fun day playing with Sharaku and his sister at a well-known zoo, that the moment she came back, she was knocked out in her bed.
You quickly wiped your tears and let out a few giggles, interrupting the characters’ passionate conversation with your gentle voice.
“You know, they’re actually a lot like us. Don’t you agree, my love?”
At hearing no response, you decided to carefully lift yourself up with your arm to peek at the face of the man in question. His eyelashes fanned over his cheeks and his mouth was slightly open, releasing small puffs of breath with each rise and fall of his chest. Upon seeing the sweet image, you felt your own breath be swept away, and you couldn’t help but place a small kiss on his cheek. You were also unable to resist the magnetic pull of your hand to his hair, lovingly caressing his black-and-white, spiky locks. Upon doing so, you noticed that his once peaceful expression shifted to one of content; a small smile displayed on his face, demonstrating his true pleasure with your actions. It encouraged you to continue playing with his hair, and the film was all but forgotten.
The quiet background noise of the TV, paired with the calming darkness of the room, and the encompassing warmth of his love, eventually lulled you to sleep, making you miss the ending of the movie. Oh well. You can always watch it another time with him (and with Pinoko), but for now, you’d dream of him and only him.
What a lovely movie night.
