A/N: I. . .Haven't written anything in a while. So here's a drabble. Yay!

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN SUKISYO. Okay? Okay.

Breathing

He could hear the breathing.

Even from across the room, Sora could hear Sunao's gentle breathing at night. It had formed its own little pattern over the years – it started out soft and grew harder as Sora lost his lover to nightmares. Some nights, Sora would whisper calming words to bring Sunao's frightful dreaming to a halt. Some nights, he would get worried enough to wake up the pink-haired one and give him Toshizou to cling to – he claimed Toshizou chased away nightmares; Sunao never believed this but took the elephant anyway. Other nights, he would do nothing and Sunao would eventually wake up himself, and Sora would find that Sunao had wormed his way into Sora's bed.

Only one thing never varied: Sora always fell asleep and woke up to Sunao's soft, gentle breathing. He hoped it would never change.