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When they crossed the short path to the beach, holding hands with Denki, and seeing the lights on the floor, not even Hitoshi could believe exactly what Hanta had been able to do all that with borrowed things, tablecloths, cushions, flowers, candles, and trunks from the beach itself. And he had already seen the photo, from the beginning already knew what the plan was: to surprise Denki with a romantic picnic on his birthday. Still, he was awed. It was so much more than that.
Needless to say, Denki, then, was basically in shock.
He didn’t even vaguely suspect anything. He only thought they would find Hanta on the way to a regular dinner in some nice restaurant. But he was there, and he didn’t even believe what he was seeing in front of him. He was still holding Hitoshi's hand, and paralyzed in front of it all. On the sand, several small candles constellated everything into little glass jars, and Hanta stood in front of a flower-and-wood structure, with a rug and an improvised table, on his face that unflinching smile.
The two boyfriends approaching made Hanta's heart race. As they drew close, he saw the little lights on the floor constellating in the bright amber eyes of the birthday boy, glittering in a gold that never failed to take their breath away.
"What, how...?" The birthday boy hesitated, stuttering. "You…? I don’t- "Denki turned to the boyfriend at his side, who released his hand and stepped to the side, pulling away a little, whispering" surprise" .The smile began to widen as Denki put the pieces together.
He was beautifully played, and that made his heart hurt, expanding wider than his chest, beyond what he could bear with dry eyes.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart!" Hanta said, loudly, and opened his arms. As much as he knew Denki would like it and was indeed right now enjoying it, his heart was still beating fast, anxious.
Until Denki opened the biggest smile possible, eyes actually gleaming, and ran up to him. Without holding back, he threw himself between open arms, almost making them both lose their balance. His arms around Hanta's shoulders, his face buried on the curve of his neck, thanking them non-stop, hanging from his neck. Then Hanta whirled with him in his arms, holding him firmly behind his back.
"This is amazing, damn it! I love you so much! " Denki said, excited.
With one of his hands behind Denki's back, Hanta pointed to the side for Hitoshi to see, where it was what he should get, and he had the silent message understood.
"I'm glad you liked it," he said, behind Denki's ear, leaving him standing on the ground once more.
" Liked it? Screw liking, fuck, I loved it, I- "His voice broke and he laughed, feeling the lump in his throat, still inside Hanta's embrace. "Son of a bitch, how beautiful..." He pushed himself away slightly, turning to where he thought the other boyfriend was. "Come here, Hitoshi, you sneaky wonderful bastard! That's why you were nervous today! You were just messing around to buy Hanta some time! And to think you- "
Hanta, however, held his arm, gently, and turned him toward the rug and the cushions. There was where Hitoshi was, with a guitar in his hand, sitting down, a few steps away from them.
"Toshi ..." he murmured, and as the first notes of the song flew around along with the sound of the sea and his own voice, Hanta's arms wrapped around Denki in a hug.
A few notes later, he recognized. And his eyes filled with tears, yellow shining almost golden, symbolically.
" Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you. And everything you do . "
Yellow , from Coldplay.
The sky orb staring upon them was enough for his lips to tremble and he sobbed once. The meaning of all those things came together.
It was for him. All that, for him. Even the stars seemed to be now, and he felt himself overflowing.
"Yeah, they were all yellow." With the voice of Hitoshi’s, Hanta also sang, whispering, next to her face, like a confession.
Hitoshi almost missed the next verse looking at it. He knew that Denki could cry with all that surprise, but watching Hanta have to hold him tight, as if everything had built up there on his shoulders and he could fall to his knees, it was painful.
They had an extremely busy life. Their schedules seldom matched, especially his. Still, the three made each moment together a happiness. And that whole week together, traveling, just remembered them how well they worked. How nothing mattered more than that, what anyone thought of their relationship, because it worked, beautifully.
He wanted to be able to give his boyfriends the joy they give him every day. There he really only had a guitar he didn’t even play that well all that love he had in his heart. So he kept on singing, along with Hanta, to a specific part.
" You know we love you so ," he exchanged the I for we, looking at them again, and Denki sobbed once more. He whispered again, singing lower, another chord.
"I love you both so, much " Denki sniffed, reaching out a hand for him. "I guess I'll never be able to tell you how much."
Hitoshi stopped playing, then, leaving the guitar aside on the sand and following the suggestion of approaching.
"We know, Pikachu," Hanta whispered, and the blonde laughed lightly, wiping his face all wet, feeling the kiss on his cheek and the tightest hug yet. "Because we love you so much."
Ahead of him, Hitoshi, now close enough, opened his arms.
"And we'll always be here." He leaned in and wrapped both arms around her, keeping the birthday boy safe and firm between them.
"Promise?" Denki whispered, not wanting to have done so. It was not their fault that he was so broken, it was not their duty to take care of his abandonment complexes. Only that they did. All the time, in the smallest things, and sometimes in some even bigger demonstrations, like that. And he needed to hear, even if for eternity that night.
"I'm not going anywhere." The purple haired said, his hands on Hanta's back, feeling Denki curl up against his chest.
"Neither am I." Hanta also whispered, leaning and resting her forehead on Hitoshi's. "My place is right."
There, on a beach during a trip, obviously it was not where they lived or belonged. So, inside the warm embrace of the two of them, was the meaning of home, as no place and no blood family had ever meant.
"It is. Right here. "Hitoshi confessed as well. "For many birthdays that are yet to come."