Drabble (B.A.D., PG)
Junta's smile slipped from his face when he saw Akito's frown.
"What's wrong?"
Akito looked up with a desolate expression. "The concerts are over."
Junta blinked. "What?"
"The concerts are over. No more..."
Junta shook his head and smiled, pulling Akito into his arms.
"Silly," he said. "We're in other concerts this month. And next month. And probably the month after."
"But they're not ours," Akito pouted.
Junta smoothed a hand across Akito's lips. "Akito. As long I'm with you, as long as we're together, they'll always be our concerts."
A small smile crept onto Akito's face at that. "That's... really sappy, you know?"
"But true," Junta replied, and Akito didn't disagree as Junta kissed him in reassurance.