[Catching Angels]
"God sent angels from above and I caught the one I love."

"We're in a rut," Marui said one night at the café.

Niou looked up from his calculus homework, giving his boyfriend an odd look. "I like our rut."

Marui sighed, taking a sip of his hot chocolate before jumping off the counter, landing on the side Niou was on. "I don't. We do the same thing all the time. We go to class, you stopped by at Sweet Treats when I work, we go home, eat dinner together, and then you go to work and I show up two hours into your shift."

"Don't forget the sex," Niou said, tapping his pencil on his book.

"You're such a pervert!" Marui shrieked. "You always talk about sex. I used to talk about sex all the time, but that was back when I was in denial about being gay. I would talk about boobs a lot. One time, my friend dared me to yell sex during the middle of our final, and I did it. But I turned bright red and realized that it was during our health final, so –"

"Bunta," Niou said softly, "you're ranting. Still."

"If you don't like it, break up with me," Marui replied softly.

Niou sighed, setting down his pencil. "You know I can't do that."

"… why?"

"I can't do that because I love you."

Marui just looked at him, and then burst out laughing. "You sounded like a chick."

"Oh, shut up!" Niou said, but couldn't keep a smile from creeping onto his face – Marui just did that to him.

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Marui was at work, alone, when the bells on the door rang. Marui looked up and his world went candy colored.

"N-Niou?" he stuttered.

Niou was standing at the door with flowers. Lots and lots of flowers. Roses, to be more precise. White and red roses.

"Would it be gay to say I think those are beautiful?" Marui asked as Niou walked over to the counter, handing the bouquet to Marui.

Niou snorted. "You are gay. You can't get anymore gay."

"I could say that you look super duper cute today," Marui said, pressing the flowers to his nose to hide his blush.

Niou hit him over the head. With his hand. In a loving way.

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Marui was sitting on the counter of the café, watching Niou get him a cup of hot chocolate.

"You know," Niou said, handing Marui the cup, "I've been giving you free hot chocolate for about a year now."

Marui blew on the liquid as he smiled. "Yeah, and?"

"Since we're in a rut, I think you should start paying."

Marui looked at him for a second before saying, "You're kidding, right?"

Niou sighed. "Yes, I'm kidding. Can you not tell that this is my sarcastic voice?"

"It sounds a lot like your normal voice," Marui said.

Niou waited a moment, and then smiled. "Hey, you didn't go off on some story. Does that mean you're not nervous around me anymore?"

Marui bit his lip, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. "I haven't been nervous around you for awhile. I just rant because you think it's cute…"

"I think you're cute, ranting or not," Niou said. "I don't know how the hell you're mine, but I must have done something right because you're perfect."

Marui took another sip, ears turning red. Niou watched him with a smile.

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When Niou got home from class, he saw Marui sitting on the sofa, wrapped up in white, fluffy blankets.

"You okay?" Niou asked, sitting down on the sofa next to Marui. He felt Marui's forehead with his hand, but he didn't feel hot.

"I'm just cold," Marui said, readjusting his blankets.

They sat there in silence for a minute, not moving. Then, all of the sudden, Marui rested his head against Niou's shoulder and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you, too, my little blanket angel," Niou said, closing his eyes and listening to Marui breathe.

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When Marui opened up the door to their apartment, he tripped on the mine field of shoes. How could you blame him, though? He was too busy staring at all the lights – dozens and dozens of strands of white Christmas lights strung up like stars.

"Niou…?" Marui said softly, pushing himself up.

"Bedroom," was Niou's reply.

After a few more seconds of awe-struck-gawking-nerdity, Marui walked into the bedroom, his face hurting when he smiled. Niou was sitting on the bed, picking at a box of Chinese take out – there were even more lights in this room.

"I got green beans," Niou said, nodding towards the dresser.

Marui grabbed the white box off the dresser and a pack of chopsticks, and then crawled into bed. "So," Marui said, opening up his box, "is this another attempt to get us out of the rut?"

"No. This is to show you that I love you."

Marui's heart stopped. In a good way.

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"Oh, my God! I'm sorry," Marui blurted as he dropped the cup of hot chocolate Niou had just handed him. He watched, horrified, as the cup of hot chocolate he was holding fell in slow motion towards Niou It clattered, rolled, and stopped – just like his breath.

A couple of months ago, his breath stopped out of pure fear. This time, his breath stopped because he caught Niou's eyes.

"Is this going to become a part of our rut?" Niou asked. "Because I really don't want burn marks."

Marui smiled that flirty grin, reaching across the counter, grabbing Niou's shirt, pulling him down and across the counter slightly. "It won't, because it only took one spill for me to fall in love with you."

"And the second spill?"

"It made you my world, my rutty little world, not that that's a bad thing…"

Marui smiled. Niou smiled back. Then they kissed, and it was perfect.

A/N: Not the best last chapter ever, but was it still cute? I was debating whether or not to really describe things, but as I went over the previous chapters I realized that the vagueness made it just a bit cuter (in my opinion). Anyways… Did I get anyone hooked on Sing Me Insomnia because of this story? I know I got one or two people hooked – I feel powerful :)

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-Dolphin