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2025-05-31
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ryomina week 2025

Summary:

Here's a bit I wrote just for this summary:

Ryoji liked Sakuya, believe it or not. That in of itself shouldn't have meant anything: Ryoji loved everything, from the light to the water to the people, and had no qualms in showing it. But there was something different about Sakuya, something in the way he just existed, easily, slotted in neatly next to all the people that were clearly brightened by his prescence, something that made his chest feel tight and brought all the things about him he'd rather leave in the shadows to light. He made everything feel like a sun finally ready to ignite in a supernova, the world glowing hot and bright in one last huzzah before the end, and yet, there was something so addicting about it. Like he's never left his side, but at the same time, he's always longed to be closer still, like the first thing he ever felt was love for him.

Chapter 1: confessions/mirror

Notes:

Set sometime early/mid January.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Sakuya stared at Ryoji. It wasn't perfect. Even if he managed to get the hair dye and contact lenses and a few more inches, it would never be. The patch of skin under his left eye burnt with what was never there. He leant in, his lips brushing the glass, a too late approximation of what he, now, could never do.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, unsure and wavering yet wholly sincere. "I wish we had more time together."

Ryoji only stared back, morose and quiet in a way he never was. It was easy to blame all that was going on in Sakuya's head on Thanatos as he raged and roared, straining against Sakuya's calvaria like it was still the bars of his cage. The proof that this, at least to some extent, wasn't simply Sakuya's own still smarting wound finding every possible way to alleviate itself.

"But I guess you feel the same way, huh? I don't think I miss you. That's..." Sakuya broke off, the intimacy and silence and Ryoji leaving him honest and introspective. "...Too little. I've never been without you before. And yet... we still never got to say everything."

Sakuya's voice dropped to less than the whisper it alredy was, its volume so low he was the only one who could hear it. Ryoji still knew what he said, though. Ryoji always knew about things like that when it came to Sakuya, anyway.

"I love you."

Notes:

Tried getting all the prompts but this is the only one that really ended up doing that in any capacity. It's a little short, but fine enough.