8. Lost Moon
Ever since that night when Izala accidentally confessed, something between the two of them had subtly changed.
They were no longer just partners fighting side by side.
Mutsukumo didn't ask about it again.
He didn't need to hear Izala repeat those words.
Because he could already see everything he needed-in Izala's eyes.
Izala was still the same-quiet, reserved, preferring to sit in silence.
But from time to time, he would glance in Mutsukumo's direction without realizing it.
And whenever Mutsukumo caught him doing it, Izala would quickly look away.
But his ears would always turn red.
Mutsukumo found it amusing.
Izala was the one who had confessed first, yet now he was the one avoiding everything.
One night.
After a long mission, the two returned to their shared room.
Izala sat on the couch, eyes closed, resting.
Mutsukumo stepped out from the bathroom, red-and-white hair still damp.
He held a towel, about to dry his hair, but paused.
Izala... had fallen asleep.
Under the dim light, his face was clearly visible.
Strands of greenish-blue hair rested against his cheek, long lashes casting faint shadows.
He looked so peaceful in his sleep-like a small cat curled up.
Mutsukumo leaned on the arm of the couch, bending down to study him quietly.
He recalled all their moments together-
The times they fought side by side, bled together, survived together.
The times he questioned why he cared so much.
And now he had his answer.
He reached out and gently touched Izala's soft hair.
"Izala."
There was no reaction.
Mutsukumo chuckled softly.
He leaned down and placed a light kiss on Izala's forehead.
A kiss with no urgency or lust-
Only tenderness.
"Sleep well, little one."
Izala remained unaware.
But in his dream, a quiet warmth wrapped around him.
---
No one knew when it began, but something between Mutsukumo and Izala had clearly changed.
They never made any declarations.
They didn't announce it to anyone.
But the way they treated each other... was different.
During breaks, Izala no longer sat alone like before.
Mutsukumo was always nearby-whether on the couch or the rooftop of headquarters.
Sometimes, Izala would rest his head on Mutsukumo's shoulder without a word.
And Mutsukumo would let him, remaining still and quiet.
On missions, Mutsukumo became more cautious.
He was still brutal, still merciless when killing.
But now, his eyes always followed Izala more than anyone else.
If anyone laid a hand on him, that person wouldn't live to see another day.
Back in their shared room, the distance between them grew shorter.
Mutsukumo had grown used to clinging to Izala.
Leaning on his shoulder, resting his head on Izala's lap, even hugging him while they slept.
Izala no longer avoided it.
He simply let Mutsukumo do as he pleased-even if his ears turned a little red.
Everything was unspoken.
No one said the words "we're dating."
But both of them knew.
They knew... the other belonged to them.
---
Before they started dating, Mutsukumo was patient.
He waited for Izala. He was gentle, soft-spoken with him.
No matter how cold Izala was, he never got angry.
But-
Once they became official lovers-
Everything changed.
Mutsukumo was no longer patient.
He was possessive, protective, and jealous to the point of madness.
If someone so much as looked at Izala for too long, Mutsukumo remembered.
If someone dared to touch him, he made sure they didn't leave unscathed.
Even though no one in the organization had discovered they were dating-
Everyone could tell Mutsukumo had been unusually irritable lately.
One time, Izala was simply talking to another teammate.
Just a normal conversation. Nothing special.
But Mutsukumo saw it from afar, and his expression darkened.
When the teammate left, he strode over and grabbed Izala by the waist.
Warm breath brushed against Izala's ear as he spoke in a low, irritated voice:
"Iza, who were you talking to?"
Izala raised a brow, voice calm:
"A teammate, Mutsu."
"Did you really need to stand that close?" he growled, hand tightening.
Izala glanced at him and sighed:
"Are you jealous?"
Mutsukumo didn't answer.
But the way he dragged Izala into a shadowy corner and pinned him with an embrace was answer enough.
At other times, he was even more outrageous.
After a meeting ended, Izala stood up to leave-
Only for Mutsukumo to wrap his arms around him from behind and whisper into his neck:
"Let's go together, Iza."
"Everyone's watching," Izala reminded him.
"I don't care."
And the worst incident was during a mission.
While Izala was tracking signs and dealing with the enemy,
Mutsukumo got distracted-by something else entirely.
He noticed a stranger staring at Izala for too long.
His eyes locked onto the man, filled with dark, dangerous intent.
When the mission ended, he didn't say a word to Izala.
He simply went and "took care" of that person... in his own way.
Izala knew Mutsukumo was jealous.
But he hadn't expected it to be this extreme.
Every time Mutsukumo got angry over him talking to someone else, Izala could only sigh and try to calm him down.
"Mutsu, don't be childish."
"I'm not childish." He pouted, hugging him tightly.
"Then stop being jealous."
"No." He buried his face in Izala's neck.
"Mutsu..."
"No. No, no."
Izala sighed again.
He was always like this.
Once Mutsukumo loved someone, he refused to share them with anyone else.
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