[HajiMayo] lullaby

[anakiddwrites]

 Hajime has problems to sleep one night. A lullaby from the shadows helps him out.

Hajime turned on his bed for the twentieth-ish time, a heavy sigh escaping him as his sheets wrinkled more. Everything he wanted after a long day of school and idol work at the tv station was to crash like a rock, but his tiredness and sleepiness weren’t syncing at all, creating one of the most frustrating human conditions ever known. 

If I knew this, I wouldn’t have canceled the reading session with Ayase-senpai tonight…

He mourned the decision with another pouty sigh, staring at the wall in the darkness of the empty dorm room. Maybe a session of tea and books with his senior would have helped, but he didn’t want to risk falling asleep during the readings and causing trouble, so he texted Mayoi to apologize and ask to move it to next week. 

The deed was done, so there was no use thinking about it… or about anything, but his brain was too wired to allow his body to rest. Instead, all kinds of worries, plans, memories, fears and daydreams started to mix up beyond his control, to the point he covered his head with the pillow in hopes to shut up his own restless mind.

He was wondering if getting up to make tea or get a glass of milk would help, when a faint soft melody sneaked into the buzzing noises and caught his attention on sight.

Think of me… think of me fondly…

When we've said goodbye...

In a moment Hajime confirmed it wasn't his imagination, a humming whisper was filling the emptyness like a gentle embrace.

If you ever find a moment….

A large smile came to his features along with a soothing sigh when he recognized the melody, an easy task when that was the piece of work he was currently discussing in his readings with Mayoi. The gothic tale of a phantom in the shadows and his angelic protégé.

“Spare… a thought… for me….”

Hajime whispered in return, closing eyes and relaxing in his blanket again. Little by little the noise in his mind was completely overridden by the soft song, each word and each line lifting the tired weight of his heart like the magic of fairies.

Flowers fade… the fruits of summer fade…

They have their seasons so do we….

Hajime’s eyes and body turned heavier and heavier and he didn’t resist the warm embrace of slumberness, unsure if the velvet touch of a finger brushing hair out of his cheek was real or not. But the kindness was welcome and treasured either way.

“But please promise me that sometimes…"

"... you will think of me...”

The final line was whispered close to his ear, like a blessing sending him on a safe journey to the land of dreams.