Literature
TEARING ME APART
"Deidara, what's wrong?"
The blonde turned to look at his partner when he heard those words. Sasori was lying on the other side of the bed, his head propped up on his arm against his pillow as his eyes stared at the bomber with a concerned look. "Well?"
"What makes you think something's wrong, Sasori danna?"
"You're on your side of the bed." To any outsider, this logic would seem strange or flawed, at best. Yet to Deidara, it was a valid argument. The bomber had not willingly slept outside the comfort of his danna's arms in over two years. Even before they'd entered into their relationship, the bomber had not obeyed the "stay on your side