That feeling. It is re-occurring. From so many years ago.
The feeling of fear, sadness, failure, and desperation to find a way out. The feeling of then being picked up by sturdy arms and reassurance.
This is what Katsura was told as he tempted to slit his belly and die as a legend. If these words were no spoken to him and encouraged by his dear friend who is no longer with him, who knows if he would still be here today— tangled in a mess of sheets and nestled in the arms of somebody dear.
Instantly, Zura's eyes fill up with tears again, flooding over his lashes and pouring down his face. He doesn't know what to say, so he opts for just burying his face back into Sakamoto's neck and chest.
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It strikes him.
That feeling.
It is re-occurring.
From so many years ago.
The feeling of fear, sadness, failure, and desperation to find a way out. The feeling of then being picked up by sturdy arms and reassurance.
This is what Katsura was told as he tempted to slit his belly and die as a legend. If these words were no spoken to him and encouraged by his dear friend who is no longer with him, who knows if he would still be here today— tangled in a mess of sheets and nestled in the arms of somebody dear.
Instantly, Zura's eyes fill up with tears again, flooding over his lashes and pouring down his face. He doesn't know what to say, so he opts for just burying his face back into Sakamoto's neck and chest.
Look what you've done, Tatsuma.
He cared.
Sakamoto cares.
It'll be okay. ]