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© tokusaatsus 2023
Soft yet calloused hands stroke your face, those cold fingertips dripping with water a welcome reprieve for your feverish skin. Gentle touches that trace meaningless patterns, mapping the dips and curves of your features: learning every inch of you by heart, committing it to memory.
Carefully, carefully—like you are something precious, something to be cherished, those hands are replaced by even softer lips, ones that taste ever so slightly like salt, like the sea.
Ah. Here it is, a shot through his heart.
Cruel cupid as you are, making him think he may have stood even the barest hints of a chance. He should have known better. Second son, second best, second choice. Always. Everything Ritsu does, Rei has done first.
(Rei has done better.)
Everything Ritsu wants, Rei has gotten first. And you are no different, it seems.
With slitted eyes, Ritsu watches the way your smile turns dreamy—like you’re imagining kissing Rei, like you want to spend the rest of your life with him—and swallows down the bitter sting of jealousy. He can’t begrudge you your happiness and, as much as he pretends otherwise, he can’t begrudge Rei his happiness either.
Ritsu doesn’t know what else he was expecting to hear.
I’m sorry, you tell him. Kindly, softly, as you usually are—but that doesn’t stop his heart from breaking into a million pieces. He tries to put on a brave face and play it off as a joke, the way the two of you usually banter.
Ju~st kidding, he says flatly. His usual musical lilt is nowhere to be found and as he tilts his head up to meet your gaze, his body feels unfairly tethered to the earth. He attempts a smile, but it comes out more like a grimace. “Can I know at least who stole your heart before me?”
Your smile is unsure. “I don’t think you’d want to.”
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“You should be more aware of your surroundings, Tsukasa~kun.” You tease, carefully balancing the salver of papers in one hand and the Suou Seal in the other.
If any of the Suou Household’s servants could see you now, they’d probably keel over and die on the spot at your casual behaviour and address to their beloved bocchama. “The Suou Seal is kind of a big deal…should you really be leaving it with someone like me?”
“Of course! Who else could I trust, if not for my loyal Knight?”
Izumi likes what the two of you have going on: it’s just the right amount of not too close. He can rant to you about some stupid thing some irrelevant person said, and you’ll listen. Or you can complain about some idiot in your class who didn’t do their half of the project and he’ll offer some patience. That’s it. No pity, no attempts to pry or to soothe. That’s not how you two work.
Souma, silhouetted against the rising sun. He stands upright, sword held out in front of him. A challenge, a war cry. A demand. Give me, give us, all your attention. You won’t be able to look away. At that crucial juncture, his eyes skip over the crowd of people—searching, searching, searching—until they meet yours and his lips quirk up into a tiny smile when they do.
You smile back, a little crooked. Teeth on display, penlights held in the air. Go, go, Souma-chan!
He turns away shortly after, but there’s a glint to his eyes. A sort of airiness that does wonders at highlighting the happiness in his features. It also works to drive the crowd insane.
So beautiful, you think proudly. Your Souma. How far he’s come, how much he’s grown. It’s always a pleasure to see him on stage—all the effort he puts in, blood sweat and tears spent.
queued up five? snippets for you guys, enjoy!
“You should be more aware of your surroundings, Tsukasa~kun.” You tease, carefully balancing the salver of papers in one hand and the Suou Seal in the other.
If any of the Suou Household’s servants could see you now, they’d probably keel over and die on the spot at your casual behaviour and address to their beloved bocchama. “The Suou Seal is kind of a big deal…should you really be leaving it with someone like me?”
“Of course! Who else could I trust, if not for my loyal Knight?”
would anyone be interested if i posted some snippets?
i want to write something soon, they say, as they proceed to not write anything for the next few months ;A;
aaaa i so badly want to write something <(>n<)>
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—the depth of your heart !
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When Madara thinks about you, it brings forth feelings that are hard to explain. What comes to his mind first, when your name is spoken? It’s glimpses, moments frozen in time; his name on your lips, the upwards quirk of your smile, the sly glint in your eyes as you tease.
He’s all smiles when you’re around—it’s hard not to be. You bring a sense of joy, of lightness to him that he thought he might have lost. Hand in hand, he would go anywhere with you.
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—the depth of your heart !
warnings: none
🦬 m. mikejima!
When Madara thinks about you, it brings forth feelings that are hard to explain. What comes to his mind first, when your name is spoken? It’s glimpses, moments frozen in time; his name on your lips, the upwards quirk of your smile, the sly glint in your eyes as you tease.
He’s all smiles when you’re around—it’s hard not to be. You bring a sense of joy, of lightness to him that he thought he might have lost. Hand in hand, he would go anywhere with you.