Usagi

Never again had they shared a dream like that. The phenomenon had been perfectly unexplainable, or at least they’d given up on the theories they did have. Shirou insisted it didn’t matter anyway. They could do anything they wanted in reality; they didn’t need some lucid dream world to spend time together. Which was true.

Yet Suzu would sometimes catch himself staring at the way Shirou’s hair. Every so often, it would sit in such a way that it looked like miniature versions of his bunny ears, and Suzu would mentally replace them with the longer version. There’d been a lady on set once who wore a rabbit fur scarf. She’d played a stern mother, forbidding her son from meeting with a mysterious boy. When he disobeyed her the final time, she disowned him, not knowing he’d never have a chance to return. Suzu had forgotten some of his lines when she rose her voice. But after the cameras stopped, she let him touch all the fancy clothes she wore. He wasn’t a fan of rabbits dying for such an item, but their fur was so pleasing between his fingers.

Seeing Shirou’s ears, he’d almost wanted to wrap them around his neck. Or bite them. At the time, it was primarily the overwhelming urge to bite him as much as possible. To cover him in little marks so everyone knew. To play at eating him to watch him squirm and whine as he was so fond of doing. After they’d woken up, he hadn’t had the same impulse, but Shirou was just so cute, it was hard to resist wishing he could have teased him more.

“Isshiki.” Shirou’s voice cut off his thoughts, glaring at him from his place on the couch. “Why are you staring?”
“Hm?” Suzu blinked, realising he’d been looking at that lock of hair the whole time. Shirou seemed suspicious of his intent. For someone who was so desperate to get him in bed, he sure tried to play like Suzu was the one pushing him all the time. Not that he minded. It was just another opportunity to tease him.

“I was thinking about getting one of those bunny girl costumes.”