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dangerouscommiesubversive · 3 years

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but it is sunlight

Fandom: Kamen Rider Agito, Kamen Rider Kabuto, Kamen Rider Gaim, Kamen Rider Ghost Characters: Tsugami Shouichi, Hikawa Makoto, Tendou Souji, Kagami Arata, Kazuraba Kouta, Kureshima Takatora, Tenkuuji Takeru, Fukami Makoto, Alain Song: "Sunlight," Hozier (playlist here) Warning: Mildly NSFW--not especially explicit, but people do have sex in this story

a buried and a burning flame – i

A shared day off is rare, but it does happen sometimes, and today the weather is so warm and perfect that Makoto is content to sit on the step drinking a lemonade and watching Shouichi garden.

Their garden space here isn’t as big as the one Shouichi got used to at Professor Misugi’s house, but it’s been expanded upwards with poles and frames and other contraptions that Makoto isn’t quite clear on. Really, they’re lucky to have a plot at all—the restaurant has its own rooftop space, so it’s not like Shouichi’s hurting for plant contact, but he needs it for himself as well. Makoto’s not sure he’ll ever understand the way Shouichi craves the presence of growing things. But then, he’s just happy to see Shouichi enjoying himself.

He glances around the garden briefly as Shouichi’s murmuring over a cucumber plant and frowns. “Aren’t sunflowers always supposed to face the sun?”

“Generally, sure.” Shouichi smiles but doesn’t look up from his work. “Why?”

“Well, if they don’t then doesn’t that mean they might be sick? The sun’s south of us right now, but your flowers are facing west.”

“Our.”

“Mm?”

“It’s your garden too.”

“Well, sure, but I mean it’s really—”

“Anyway, don’t worry, if they were sick I’d know. They’re probably just a little slow today.”

Makoto’s dubious, but he nods, and Shouichi beams at him for a moment and then goes back to fussing with the cucumbers. Once he finishes with them, he does something with a tomato plant nearby, and then hurries over to a small patch of green onions on the other side of the garden.

The faces of the sunflowers move to follow him as he walks. Makoto almost misses it, catches their motion out of the corner of his eye as he, too, is turning, and then freezes as they continue to shift. “Do—did you just see that?”

Shouichi frowns. “See what?”

“Ah…no, never mind.” Makoto settles forward, elbows on his knees, watching in soft fascination as Shouichi continues to work. “It’s not that important, I probably imagined it.”

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the icarus to your certainty – i

Tendou doesn’t make demands most of the time, but he doesn’t make suggestions either. He makes statements and then continues on in the calm assumption that they’re true.

When he gets back from his trip abroad, for example, the first conversation Arata has with him ends with, “We’ll see you for dinner at six.” It’s not an invitation, or a request, or a question. It’s just a statement of fact, its truth etched into the fabric of the universe, and so Arata gets to the house at six precisely.

There are other statements that follow, of course. Like, “I’ll see you at the same time tomorrow,” and, “Other people address me by surname, not you,” and, “It’s late, you’ll stay the night.” The thing is, Arata wants to bristle at this casual certainty, but he can’t manage it, because so far Tendou—Souji—hasn’t said anything incorrect. When he makes these statements, Arata wants them to be true, and so they becometrue by default. He shows up at the same time the next day. He says, “Souji,” instead of, “Tendou,” and is shaken by the faint, surprised smile he gets in response. He stays the night.

Tonight Souji’s making some kind of crab risotto thing, and Arata is helping, which is to say making a salad. This is already strange, since it used to be that he was barely even allowed in the kitchen. Hiyori, visiting for the evening, is sitting on the couch with Juka while Juka talks about one of her classes at Jounan University. It’s very domestic.

He finishes slicing cucumbers and is reaching for the lettuce when Souji turns to him holding a small spoon and says, “Taste this.”

On automatic, and because his hands are busy, Arata just leans forward and eats the spoonful of risotto, letting it spread out creamily over his tongue. “Mm.”

Souji is looking at him expectantly. “What do you think?”

“I think—wait, you’re actually asking me for my opinion?”

“Shouldn’t I?”

“You just…don’t usually ask for opinions.”

“Not from other people, no, but other people aren’t you.”

Arata laughs in warm surprise. “Really? What makes me so different?”

He’s not really expecting an answer, but Souji looks at him for a long moment and then says, “If all of humanity were alchemically distilled into one specimen exhibiting only its finest qualities, that specimen would be you.”

Arata stares at him. “I. You. Are…is this a quotation, are you quoting something?”

Another one of the faint, surprised smiles he’s gotten to like seeing. “No. But perhaps someday, someone else will quote me, and rest assured, the recipient of the quotation will not deserve it nearly as much as you.” And, before Arata can really process that, “I would appreciate your opinion on the risotto now.”

“I…it’s really delicious, but. Maybe it could use a pinch more salt?”

Souji nods firmly. “I’d suspected as much. Thank you.”

He returns to his cooking, reaching for one of the little pots of salt next to the stove, and leaves Arata to cut up lettuce and try to figure out what just happened.

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i had been lost to you – i

Kouta’s visits are infrequent, inconsistent, and never announced. The most warning Takatora ever gets is a sudden, powerful waft of flowers and fruit, moments before a zipper opens in the air in front of him. He’s gotten used to it, as much as one can get used to something like that.

(Kouta always comes to him. His house has more privacy than most other spots Kouta knows in Zawame, and anyway, according to him, “You’re always easy for me to find.”

Sometimes those visits are for “work,” as Kouta calls it, and he stays only for a brief moment before rushing off to whatever world-ending crisis has caught his attention. More often, though, the reason is nothing more than, “Things are aligned correctly right now, and I missed Zawame.”

He’s sitting in the park now, on a bench under a camellia tree. A casual observer wouldn’t look at him and see a god, just a smiling young man in a plaid shirt and dark jeans, shoes kicked off so that he can curl his bare toes in the grass. Maybe he’s waiting to meet a girlfriend, or a boyfriend; maybe he’s just enjoying the good weather. As Takatora watches, though, a squirrel runs down the trunk of the camellia tree and leaps onto Kouta’s shoulder, and he turns and beams at it, apparently listening intently to its chattering. A jay is perched on his knee. Two stray cats are sprawled on the grass flanking him like indolent sentries, and a dog with a collar, probably lost, is curled up against his hip on the bench.

He lifts a hand, cupped, and Takatora knows without being able to see it that his palm is filling with seeds, manifesting as if from his skin. He’s done it before. The squirrel runs downs his arm and begins to stuff itself, the jay hopping from his knee to his fingertips to do the same. With his other hand he reaches up absently to catch a gleaming red apple that drops down from the camellia tree and begins to eat. Only the plants nearby lean away from him, which seems strange until Takatora realizes that they’re not really leaning, they’re growing, extending outward from his presence like an aura, the grass increasingly tall around his ankles.

How strange to see him at peace. And what an astonishing thing, that he should turn his face even for a moment from the new world he guides and his cosmically-designated beloved to walk once more in the city that treated him so poorly.

(She doesn’t visit. She can’t set foot outside of her hallowed forest now. But Takatora did get to speak to her, once, and he knelt and begged her forgiveness for all that he allowed to happen and received in return a kiss so gentle and yet searing in its benediction that even now he can feel it on his skin, and sometimes has to look in the mirror to see if she left a mark on his forehead.)

“Hey!” Kouta is waving to him with the hand holding the apple core. “Takatora! Are you done with your meeting thing? Come on over, I want to hear everything that’s happened since the last time I was here.”

Takatora blinks and nods, shocked out of his reverie, and heads over to the camellia tree. The stray cats scatter as he approaches, but none of the other animals move, so after barely a moment’s hesitation he sits down in the grass at Kouta’s feet, unmindful of his suit, and says, “Well, reconstruction work is nearly finished, we’ve only got two or three more buildings left to repair. Did I tell you about the dance classes at the new community center?”

“The ones that Zack and Peko are running? I think you mentioned them a little last time, did those finally start?”

Camellias bloom out of season over their heads. “Yes, only a few weeks ago. There may be a few other Beat Riders assisting as well, possibly by running additional courses, apparently enrollment was well past what anyone had anticipated.” Takatora leans against Kouta’s shin as the grass slowly creeps up past his knees, comforted by his radiant warmth. “And Mitsuzane’s continuing to enjoy university, he’s going to be working for one of his professors next semester as a teaching assistant…”

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love and its decisive pain – i

Being around Takeru is a strange experience now, because by simply existing he exerts a spiritual pressure unlike anything else Alain’s ever encountered. The pressure isn’t negative, but it is constant, the weight of a higher reality radiating from his skin. Or, not a higherreality—Alain isn’t sure what it is, but Takeru’s certainly of the human world.

Alain isn’t sure if people who aren’t from the Ganma World even notice it. Certainly he’s seen Javert twitch minutely when handing Takeru something, he’s seen how Igor goes tense around him, even Alia’s been known to flinch away from the intensity of his proximity. Are they unusually sensitive, or are the people of the human world just numb to it?

Perhaps it’s nothing new, and he’s just always been like that and that’s why people don’t notice. Makoto would know—he’s of the Ganma World now, even if he came to it late. “Has Takeru always had such…presence?”

Makoto glances at him, and then over at Takeru, who’s crouching to offer a rice ball to a child sniffling on the temple steps. The child takes it, hand brushing Takeru’s, and relaxes in the same way that Igor might tense at the same contact, perceptibly basking in that unseen but powerfully felt aura.

“No,” Makoto says. “No, this is new. He wasn’t like this before. Or at least he wasn’t like this when we were young.”

Somehow this answer isn’t reassuring at all. “I see. That’s…it’s a lot.”

“It is, isn’t it.”

That’s the point at which Takeru hears them and looks up, face transformed by delight at the sight of them. “Makoto! Alain! When did you get here?” Behind him, Narita comes forward to walk the sniffling child over to a quieter corner, asking her as they go whether she knows either of her parents’ phone numbers. Takeru waves goodbye to her, beaming, and then hurries across the room to crash into Makoto’s arms, and Alain can see Makoto being overtaken by that benevolent pressure. “You didn’t tell me you were coming! Nothing’s going on, right? Everything’s ok? Who’s taking care of things in the Ganma World?”

“Everything’s fine,” Makoto says into Takeru’s hair. “Alia’s got everything under control.”

“This is a social call,” Alain adds, and is favored with an embrace of his own, knees almost buckling under the warmth of Takeru’s presence. “We just missed you.”

“I missed you both too. I hope you’ll be here for a couple of days, at least?” The weight of his joyful expectation is so much that Alain can only nod. “Wonderful! Here, come on, you’re both probably hungry, let’s go get takoyaki.”

He’s human, Alain realizes as Takeru’s fingers wrap around his and he feels that shiver run through him again. That’s all it is, and also everything that it is. More than anyone else in this realm, he is human.

What an extraordinary thing.

“I’d like that,” Alain says out loud, and Takeru is already grabbing Makoto’s hand as well. “It’s been a while since we shared a meal.”

“It has, hasn’t it? Let’s go, you two can tell me all the news while we’re eating.”

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a buried and a burning flame – ii

For the most part Shouichi doesn’t initiate. It’s not that he’s not enthusiastic about sex, he’s just an awful tease. Little gestures, bumps and brushes, obvious double entendre that he then winkingly denies; he’d rather drive Makoto to distraction and pretend innocence until Makoto finally loses patience and backs him up against the nearest wall. He even admitted to it once, in an unguarded moment of drowsiness. “I like when you do that, it’s fun. And it’s not like I can just ask you to.”

“You could, though,” Makoto had said, but Shouichi had already drifted off.

They’ve been together all day, but Makoto can barely remember any of it clearly except Shouichi. Everything else fades into the background when faced with the vividness of his smile.

Makoto’s shirt is somewhere back in the living room, he thinks maybe on the couch. They’ve been trying to get Shouichi’s shirt off, but that’s been a tougher prospect, because it’s a pullover. Finally, though, it comes off over his head and lands on the floor, and Makoto presses him to the wall again. And now, even more vivid than his smile is the feeling of his skin, burn-hot against Makoto’s lips and hands and chest, his fingers like a brand curling around the back of Makoto’s neck as Makoto kisses his throat.

They barely make it to the bedroom.

The heat of him is extraordinary, feverish, it would be frightening if Makoto wasn’t used to it. He is, though, they’ve been together for years now, so instead his own thoughts can melt away in the face of Shouichi and his pleasure, the taste of him, the sound of his breathless cries, Shouichi arching up against him. Sure, he gets off somewhere in there too, but the important thing is Shouichi, climaxing underneath him with a gasp of, “Makoto,” and a kiss that Makoto would be willing to end the world for.

Afterwards, they lie wrapped around each other in a state of abstracted bliss until Shouichi mumbles something about being thirsty, at which point Makoto extricates himself despite the attendant sleepy protests and heads to the kitchen with a blanket around his waist to get drinks. Passing the bathroom on the way back, he pauses, frowning, at the sliver of his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

It hadn’t been sunny enough today to get a real sunburn, but there’s a sunburn on the back of his neck nevertheless, bright red although not painful. He sets down one of the glasses, reaches up and covers it almost perfectly.

When he realizes what it is—although Shouichi’s palm is slightly broader than his, Shouichi’s fingers slightly shorter—he blushes and picks up the glass again, heading for the bedroom, hoping that his hair is long enough that no one at work asks about the handprint burned into his skin.

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the icarus to your certainty – ii

It’s not always so precipitous.

Normally they have to be quiet, because normally there’s at least one other person in the house. And in any case, Souji dislikes rush—he’ll approach anything and everything with a plan in mind, sex included.

Tonight, though, after dinner finished, Juka distributed a round of cheek kisses and then gathered up her bag and headed out, to meet up with a university friend she’s doing a project with. Hiyori left shortly after that. (She rarely stays the night anyway, she doesn’t like to leave her parakeet alone.) They’re alone in the house unless the Zecters are around somewhere, and they mostly keep to themselves, they’re hardly company in the same way.

But.

Precipitous.

They do dishes together, in comfortable silence, and once that’s done and his washing gloves are off Souji turns to make one of those true statements. Except that Arata decides he doesn’t feel like hearing one right now, so before Souji’s even gotten through one word Arata takes a step forward and kisses him, bracketing him against the edge of the counter with both arms. Souji makes one of those little surprised noises and drapes his arms over Arata’s shoulders and pulls him closer, and a couple of minutes later Arata’s hands shift down to lift and Souji’s legs wrap around his waist, and.

It’s good that they have the house to themselves.

They can’t stay at the kitchen counter, because it’s a bad height and also that’s not sanitary, and the dinner table won’t support their weight, which is a lesson they learned the hard way. The couch is an option, though, and it’s not easy to get over there with another person wrapped around him, but it is doable. He sits, or more lands, with a thump, Souji in his lap, Souji’s hands on the sides of his face tilting his chin up, and for some while lets himself be overwhelmed by having all of Souji’s considerable attention focused on him.

A pause for breath, for the removal of at least some clothing (and if Souji fumbles Arata’s shirt buttons, Arata’s going to save the memory for himself and certainly never mention it), for—“Are you all right?”

For Souji looking down at him, dizzy-eyed, and saying, slowly, “Your depths are such that I think I could drown in you.”

Arata reaches up, takes hold of his wrists, thumbs rubbing gently across the pulse points. “I mean, I can’t get poetic about it like you can,” more quietly than warranted given that they’re alone, “but you’re so much that sometimes I feel I could burn up, so that seems like a fair trade.”

He’s expecting that surprised look, but it doesn’t come, because what he gets instead is a kiss that would definitely have him on his ass in seconds if he wasn’t already sitting down. “More than fair.”

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i had been lost to you – ii

Even before his apotheosis Kouta was a man built for pleasure. It must have been a glorious accident of his birth, Takatora thinks, that on his mouth smiles are so natural, that his body responds to any rhythm with grace, that he laughs so easily. Takatora has lived his entire life on the far other end of that spectrum—at best, he might call himself austere—but he can’t bring himself to be jealous of such an infectious and in-born joy. He can only hope to increase it, in whatever way he can.

So he kneels.

It isn’t worship, because Kouta will not accept his worship. Or anyone else’s, for that matter, he may be a god but he refuses to be treated like one. But love, as a great man once said, is a sacrament best taken kneeling, and while there are many points Kouta will argue, Takatora’s esteem and affection for him are not one of them.

Really, though, Kouta isn’t saying anything especially coherent right now.

His unnecessary but habitual breathing is coming short, and his hair flickers from deep brown to unearthly gold as his concentration disintegrates. If his eyes weren’t squeezed shut, they, too, would be flickering. His fingers, curled on the edge of the bed, have flowers blooming between them. And Takatora, the indirect cause of this riotous growth and rendered speechless for more immediately physical reasons, continues until his lips are numb and Kouta is pulling him up and flattening him to the bed with a kiss.

“You don’t have to stop me, you know I wouldn’t mind if you—”

“No,” and a kiss, “no, we don’t know if it could—” and another kiss, “so no, even though you know I, you know—Takatora, I—” and the dissolution of coherence once again, now for both of them, as Takatora dizzily allows himself to be subsumed by Kouta’s passion and enthusiasm.

The first few times he was able to visit, afterglow involved actual glowing on Kouta’s part, which was the cause of some mutual hysteria—Takatora doesn’t want to call it giggling, but that’s really the accurate term. The glow’s under control now, and Kouta lies against him, asleep, and does not look more divine than any other beautiful man in repose.

There are still flowers blooming on the edge of the bed, red and orange against the plain bedspread. They’ll be scolded away later, but for the moment they are bright and strong and vivid. Takatora, drowsy himself, drifts off gazing at them, Kouta’s arms tight around his waist.

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love and its decisive pain – ii

They are devoted partners, and thus Takeru’s anger is their anger, Takeru’s sorrow is their sorrow, Takeru’s joy is their joy, and, most crucially in this moment, with the dawn not arrived and the day yet to start and make them all busy, Takeru’s pleasure is their pleasure. And because he is who he is, because he feels everything with such strength and fervency that it radiates from him like sunlight, it is such pleasure. On his back, hands above his head, eyes bound, he has given himself over to their loving mercy and yet the weight of his existence is still enough to envelope them both.

Alain leans down to kiss the smiling mouth below the blindfold and say, softly, “Is there something you want?”

“Isn’t the point of this that you two are making the decisions?” Takeru sounds like he might laugh.

Alain glances over Takeru’s chest at Makoto, who is already looking over at him, and who raises an eyebrow before saying, “Is that a serious question or are you just being difficult?”

It’s definitely suppressed laughter. “A little of both, really. I want you to do what you want. I trust you.”

So they do what they want, which, gloriously weighed down by Takeru’s unconditional trust, is what he wants too. And what they want is to kiss, to touch, to take their pleasure in ways that render him arch-backed and breathless and crying out as they take their turns on him. They take their pleasure until he’s coming in an unexpected avalanche of laughter which, like all avalanches, overtakes them as well.

Dawn is breaking, light spilling in through the open window for Takeru to flinch against as they uncover his eyes. He buries his face against Makoto’s chest as soon as his arms are free and he can move, mumbling, “It’s too bright, I’m going back to sleep, you both have to keep me company since you’re the ones who wore me out.”

“Right,” Makoto says drily, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as Alain is draping himself over Takeru’s back, “humans need sleep, I forget that sometimes.”

He can feel Takeru’s smile like a separate presence in the room, even though he can’t see it. “Oh, like you’re so inhuman.”

Alain presses his face to the back of Takeru’s neck and finds that, at least for the moment, the pressure of his reality is not so much a weight as it is an embrace, enfolding the three of them as they lie together drowsing. “It’s not that we are less, perhaps.” A yawn against Takeru’s warm skin, occasioning a ticklish wriggle. “It’s just that you’re so much.”

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satan-ruler-of-hells · 3 years

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2 drabble things in one night? Couldn't be me ANYWAYS

This was not betad so please excuse any and all mistakes. Was also written on my phone so take that as you will

It's a letter from Y/N to our resident Guess Monster, Tendou Satori!!! This is pure teeth rotting fluff have fun

My beloved Satori,

Please quit laughing at the absurdity of me sitting down and writing you a letter (it's ridiculous I know) but Ihave so much I want to tell you but I have no idea how to speak it aloud.

I love you, I know I tell you that a million times a day but it's so over whelmingly true. I never thought I'd find someone that I could care about so much, then you storm into my life, eyes shining like they hold a million galaxies and swept me off my feet. From the horrible demented songs you sing on the vollyvall court to the endless jokes you say just to make me laugh. Somewhere between that I found myself falling for you and it scared me.

My whole life the only thing love has ever shown me is pain and disappointment. To love someone was to be weak, to give yourself to someone was stupid. I carried that mentality for years and then you, with your wild hair and bright light came in and threw my whole world upside down. It scared the shit out of me, it still does if I'm being honest, but the more you show me everything you are the less it does so.

I never planned on someone like you, but honestly I don't think anyone ever could. Loving you has changed me in so many ways into a person I never dreamed of being. Your love drives me to be the best version of myself. You make me so strong, when you hold my hand or wrap me in your arms I feel invincible.

You've shown me that love isn't a weakness or a curse but a gift that I truly don't think I deserve. I will never stop thanking whoever is listening for sending you to me and opening my eyes to everything the world could be. I trust you so utterly and completely with everything I have.

I love you so much Satori, and I'm so happy that you're mine.

With love,

Y/N L/N

And there you have it folks!!

@pies-writes-and-more @thisnoodlewritesao3 @im-a-married-woman 👀

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deeneee · 4 years

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Sincerely, Me [Ushijima x Reader]

Note: Sorry, but I really wanted to write something sad :( I'm sorry if you do end up crying? I mean I tried to make it really sad, and I really did start crying towards the end. I'm not good at these, but this was a little experiment. I tried with Ushijima's character, but yeah, I hope I portrayed him somewhat. He's not a crying character, but y'knowwww oh well haha. Please enjoy :)

Summary: All you wanted for Wakatoshi was happiness and so you conveyed them through your letters.

"Wakatoshi, are you sure you don't need help?" Tendou questioned the olive haired man. Wakatoshi looked up from where he sat, a big, wide box in his hands.

"I am fine. This is the last of her stuff," Wakatoshi responded dully. The red haired man nodded and then closed the door to his room. The professional volleyball player stared at the box that he had taken out of the closet. It was hidden well under some blankets, and on the surface was written 'To my darling, Ushijima Wakatoshi <3'. This was strange. Why was this here? Wakatoshi opened the box and he was faced with a bunch of envelopes. They were stacked on top of each other neatly. The first envelope that he saw caught his eyes. Open when you miss me. His big fingers picked up the envelope and read the one beneath it. Open on your 24th birthday. Then another, open when you feel lost. And another, open when you have a girlfriend/lover. Before he knew it, his view became blurry as tear drops fell from his eyes and stained the envelopes in his hands.

Dear Toshi,

You miss me? Awh, of course you do :). You know what? I miss you as well, my love. So much. I miss you so much. But, just because you miss me does not mean you make yourself miserable or isolate yourself from others. I will always be there for you, even if one day I am not there physically. I will always be beside you no matter what, Wakatoshi. My beloved. I love you forever <3

Sincerely, [Name]

Wakatoshi's tears fell freely as he re-read the letter you had written. The letter was a little stale, showing that you had been crying as you wrote this letter for him. He could see the dried drops of tears on a few spots and his left hand clenched his chest, the pain becoming unbearable. Since you've been gone, the apartment had felt so much bigger, and so lonely. He very much missed you. If only you were here.

Dear Toshi~,

Wow! Happiest Birthday, my love! August 13, the day the love of my life was born into this beautiful world! And you're even 24 years old!!!!! You old man :) I hope your day was the best and that you celebrated with all your friends and family. I am sorry that I will not be spending your 24th birthday with you, but I am, maybe spiritually? haha Just thinking back on your 23rd birthday, it was such a beautiful day. Just like your other birthdays that we celebrated! And, I am sure today is just as beautiful as the last few years. Why you wonder? Well, simply because it is the day you were born and that is beautiful enough. I love you forvever, Toshi <3

Sincerely, [Name]

Wakatoshi smiled to himself. The letters you had written to him always made him happy. Today was August 13, his birthday. He took your advice and made sure he did not isolate himself and he indeed had a great day with everyone he was close to. He even visited you earlier in the morning, updating you on what you missed. It had been a whole two months without you, and it was hard, but he was trying. “Ushiwaka, practice is starting,” Kageyama announced, peeking his head in the men’s locker room. Wakatoshi nodded, not looking back at the black haired setter.

”Okay,” he responded, and neatly folded the letter and shoved it back in its envelope before stuffing it gently in his gym bag. Putting his bag in the locker, he left the locker room and into the gym, where practice with the Schweiden Adler's awaited.

”Happy birthday, Ushiwaka!” His teammates cheered and the olive haired man smiled a little. He could hear your sweet voice wishing him a happy birthday along with his teammates.

Dear my Toshi,

Feeling lost? No worries, your light is here :) I don’t know what happened, but guess what? I’m right here, and you’ll be okay. You’re Ushijima Wakatoshi, the most powerful spider spiker (ugh I misspelled that. Please ignore that!) that I know! Feeling lost will happen, and it’s okay because nothing is perfect. Im confident that you know what to do and I’m proud of you. Super proud, love. I’ll always be your number one supporter. I hope I was able to help a little. I love you forever, Waka (WAKANDA haha jk ok I’ll stop)

Sincerely, [Name]

Wakatoshi snorted a little, shaking his head side to side. He could hear you reading this in such a goofy voice, and he immediately felt better, the tension in his shoulders disappearing. He didn’t feel so upset anymore. He leaned back in his bed, his right hand holding the letter and his left hand resting on the spot you used to sleep. It felt as if you were right next to him, telling him that everything was going to be okay.

Dear Toshi <3,

I’m assuming you have a girlfriend now :) and I hope she is making you happy. Very happy. I’m so happy and proud of you, Toshi. How is she like? Is she treating you well? Are you treating her well? I hope she’s able to understand a blunt man like you. And, don’t worry if I’m depressed about it, because I assure you that I’m the happiest person in the world. You deserve all the happiness in the world and all the love. Writing this, I expected to feel jealous and maybe a little petty, but I'm surprised I am happy. And, I am not crying, I'm serious. I know I said at least once that if you had a gf after I died, I'd haunt you, but I lied. I would never do that to you. I only want the best for you, love. I hope the both of you take care of each other forever and never stop loving each other. Just like how I will never stop loving you forever.

Sincerely, [Name]

Wakatoshi could feel his heart warm, and his thumb gently stroked against the smeared dry tear drop on the letter. You lied. You were crying while writing this and you definitely tried to dry off your tear, but clearly failed. "Ushijima, I finished making our dinner," his girlfriend, Yui, announced, peeking her head out into his room. Her long black hair swayed and her emerald orbs shined. Wakatoshi nodded in response and she smiled, her eyes lingering on the letter before walking back to the kitchen. Wakatoshi stood up from his bed and went to his closet to put the opened envelope inside the box. He looked at the left side, where many unopened envelopes laid, and the right side, where some of the opened envelopes settled. He wondered how much there were, but he decided that he would go through it everyday, picking one to read.

"I miss you," he muttered, stroking the box's surface. After putting the box back into the closet, he left to the kitchen, where someone else waited for him. As he arrived to the kitchen table, where his favorite dish lay, he felt nostalgic. When was the last time someone else cooked for him? Looking at Yui, he imagined her being you, smiling at him and telling him to hurry up and eat. But, Yui was not you. . .and that was okay. No one could be you. Wakatoshi scooped up some rice, sauce, and beef, then he shoved it into his mouth. Yui watched in anticipation, waiting for him to speak. "It's delicious," he spoke after chewing the remains in his mouth and looked at her. She smiled, pink dusting her cheeks.

"I'm glad." Behind Yui's head was a picture frame of you, smiling, throwing leaves in the air. Wakatoshi felt his heart pause for a second, and it felt as if you were cheering him on. Cheering him on to a new beginning. He chuckled, startling Yui, who's eyes grew wide, and lips agape.

"Thank you, Yui," Wakatoshi sincerely said. Yui's eyes softened as she watched him eat.

"Yea. . .any time."

Dear my beloved, Toshi,

Congratulations on your wedding, my beloved! I sincerely wish you and your wife a successful and happy life. You've grown so much, I'm sure. I am so excited for you to start your own family! Your kids will be so cute, and will be super strong! Just like you! Well, I'm sure you looked handsome standing near the altar or will look handsome near the altar. I'm not sure if you're reading this before or after your wedding, but anyways yeah. If only I was able to see that :( But, this isn't about me, so I'll move along haha! Anyways, as you marry your significant other, I hope you love her with all your heart and soul. (You better! >:( better treat your woman well!) And, help around with the house if you can. I know you're a professional athlete, but I'm sure you have time in your hands to help around! Congratulations on your new chapter in life-- building a family <3. The sound of that definitely makes me envious, but oh well :) I love you forever~

Sincerely, [Name]

The olive haired man brought a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as tears began to well up. You were always cheering him on in the letters, always encouraging him to move along. He felt guilty. Guilty because he was happy, but he knew that you wanted him to be. "Wakatoshi?" Wakatoshi quickly blinked his tears away and looked up from his seat, setting the letter down on the small table in front of him.

"Oh, Tendou."

"You're not even fully dressed. Get dressed," the red head sighed and walked over to the giant. Wakatoshi stood up and began to loop the tie that hung around his neck, while looking in the body mirror. Tendou looked down at the letter and he sighed once again. He knew what they were, since the olive haired man told him. "How many letters did she write?"

"I don't know. I just find one and read it."

"But, it's been a year," Tendou stated, furrowing his brows.

"Yea. . .I know," he muttered, finishing with his tie. "That letter was for my wedding." Tendou lightly patted the man's shoulder, then squeezed it to give him comfort.

"Are you going to keep them forever?"

Wakatoshi didn't answer, and instead, he shrugged on his blazer.

Dear Ushijima Wakatoshi,

I'm sure you're wondering why I wrote all these letters. Hmmmm, why? Well, because maybe I didn't want you forgetting me :) haha just kidding. Just cause. I did it just because. I wanted you to know that I will be beside you every step you take throughout your life. I don't mean it in a creepy way, but you know what I mean? No, you don't and I'm sure you're confused by what I'm saying, but whatever! You're probably wondering when I wrote these? Well, surprise surprise, I wrote it secretly. Sometimes I wrote them when you were knocked out, so that I could watch you sleep while I wrote, and the other times, just whenever. I know it's a lot of letters, but I don't care. But, this is the last letter that I will write. Wakatoshi, you've made these past five years the best years in my life. We talked for a year after meeting in our second year, and you finally asked me out during our third year of high school :) Every second--every moment I spent with you was the best. I'm proud to say that I'm happy and that I have no regrets. Just having to be Ushijima Wakatoshi's girlfriend was the best thing ever. But, now, I am just a memory, and someone from the past. You now have a loving family, a successful career, and an amazing life, I'm sure. I can't believe I am crying so hard right now, but let me be selfish for a few sentences, yeah? I wish I was the one married to you and carrying your kids. I wish I was the one taking care of the house as you left to play your games. I wish I was the one being there for your downfalls. I wish I was the one helping and watching our kids grow. I wish I was the one standing physically beside you right now. I wish I was the only woman you ever loved. I wish I was alive. But, I know that it will never happen and that's okay. Because I wouldn't wish for anything better than you being happy and striving. I love you Toshi, very much so. Very, very, very much so. I hope you remember me as someone who loved you so much. If only life wasn't so cruel. And so, here again, I will wish you a happy, happy long life, Toshi. I love you. . .forever.

Sincerely, me, [Name] [Last] <3

The whole letter was covered in dried tear drops that it became stale and some of the words were smeared. Wet drops fell on the paper as Wakatoshi covered his face in his hands, his elbows on either side of the paper. He cried silently, his shoulders shaking. He'd never forget you, a loving and sincere soul, who only wanted happiness for him. His forever love who will never come back. He didn't bother to wipe his tears, and instead, he neatly stuffed it in the envelope and into the box of opened envelopes. He took one more look at the neatly stacked envelopes and then slowly closed the box. He carefully slid it into the closet and he wiped his eyes. It was as if he was finally saying goodbye to [Name].

Then, he closed the closet, leaving the box in the darkness.

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cheesytoucans · 6 years

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Revue Starlight Supernatural AU: Blood Donors (part 2)

Tendo Maya was terrified. Life had been so good lately that she just knew the other shoe was about to drop. And it was going to be all her fault. For there was something dangling like the sword of Damocles over the most precious thing in Maya’s life.

Her beautiful, defiant Claudine had finally blessed her by letting Maya love her. These last few months with her partner fully and willingly by her side have been blissful, more than Maya could have ever hoped for and yet…

She wanted more.

That was the awful, selfish truth. She was such a wretched creature that she couldn’t just enjoy the moments Claudine was wrapped up in her arms without wanting to consume her completely.

She wanted to taste the sweet lifeblood running though those veins. Claudine was so full of fire, it shone in her eyes whenever she challenged Maya, whenever she stood up to try again and again, even if she knew she was going to lose. Maya would bet everything she owned that Claudine’s blood was as powerful as the blonde’s resolve to reach the top. Maya wanted it so badly.

But there was no way she was worthy of such a precious gift.

There was no way Claudine would share her lifeforce with Maya, especially if she realized how selfish her girlfriend really was. If she knew the depths of Maya’s hunger for her, the wolf would run away as fast as she could. Because Maya longed for a lot of things. Not only for Kuro’s blood, but for the chance of taking care of her while she recovered from the blood loss. For having the especial kind of bond that formed between vampire and donor. For being able to tell the world (and every other vampire) that this wonderful creature was hers and she was going to protect and cherish her til her dying breath.

But it will all remain as a secret wish, because Maya was terrified of Claudine’s possible rejection. She was too much of a coward to ask for something so sacred.

At least, it will remain secret for a while. Maya knew it was going to come out sooner or later and then this perfect little bubble she’s been living in with her beloved would implode in her face.

So when an absolutely livid Kaoruko clad only in a bathrobe stormed into Maya’s room, the brunette felt her stomach sinking. She already knew where this was going.

“Tendou-han, I will have a few words with you. There are a lot of things I want to say, but the first is: what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Maya tried to play dumb. There was a small chance this was about something else after all.

Wrong. It was exactly what she thought it was about. Time to change tactics. She told Kaoruko it was none of her bussiness, giving her a serious look. Her fellow vampire did respect her after all, maybe even saw her as a bit of a mentor. Hopefully that would be enough to get her to back off.

“Oh yeah? Then why did I have to teach Kuro-han about sharing blood? And why is my fiancée holding her while she cries right now?”

If Maya thought her stomach was sinking earlier, it was now somewhere in the underworld. Making Claudine cry in pain was the last thing she wanted.

She could feel her neutral mask cracking as the guilt hit her. Claudine was the one person who really got to her enough to make her lose her cool when there where witnesses around. Kaoruko saw her weakness and pounced, relentlessly pushing until the ugly truth fell from Maya’s lips.

Soon, all her insecurities came rushing out. Kaoruko’s anger started fading the more she heard Maya talk. By the time Maya’s voice was scratchy from overuse and tears where running down her cheeks, Kaoruko was holding her and caressing her hair.

“You dummy, Kuro-han feels she is the one who’s not good enough for you. There’s nothing to be afraid of”

Kaoruko went on to explain what had happened in the bathroom in detail, and tried to convince Maya just to talk about it with Claudine. Maya’s resolve to keep her feelings hidden started to crumble. Maybe she should talk to her wolf, the damage was already done anyways.

By the time Kaoruko was satisfied enough with her efforts to make Maya stop being an idiot (her words), it was already late enough for everyone else to be in bed.

Maya reluctantly made her way to Kuro’s room. She didn’t know what to expect.

She certainly didn’t expect the door to be locked.

Claudine never locked her door. Ever since Maya started her nightly visits, she could just walk into the blonde’s room.

She fled back to her room. She was not ashamed to admit she cried herself to sleep. It seems she has her answer, and it was exactly what she thought it would be.

The next two days were excruciating, for everyone. All the girls could tell something was wrong, and they were walking on eggshells around the pair. Kaoruko and Futaba tried to help, but they couldn’t hope to match their stubbornness.

The worst part, in Maya’s opinion, was the way Claudine seemed so… subdued. All the fight seemed to have gone out of her. She could barely meet Maya’s eyes, even when they were practicing. Needless to say, rehearsals had been hell.

It happened during the third day.

Someone from class B screwed up and a fairly heavy prop went flying at Maya’s head. She was too busy staring wistfully at her girlfriend (was she still her girlfriend?) to actually use her superior reflexes to dodge like any sensible person would.

Next thing she knows, she’s on the ground with Claudine kneeling next to her. The blonde was talking a mile a minute, looking terrified. Maya wished she could understand her, but her ears are ringing and she could feel a warm, sticky fluid running down her temple.

Finally, the ringing went down enough for her to hear all the girls talking over each other. Some asking if she was alright, others about taking her to the nurse, some even thinking of calling an ambulance. Someone (most likely another vampire) said that she should drink blood immediately to help her body deal with the damage. Everyone agreed it was a good idea, but there was a tiny problem. Namely, no one had any blood bags at hand.

“Take mine”

Maya must be hallucinating, there was no way she heard those words come out of Claudine’s lips. Then the girl threw her thick hair over one shoulder, exposing the other to the brunette’s gaze. Kuro slowly moved closer, determination shining in her eyes. Right until Maya sat up and took her arm in a vice grip to halt her in her tracks.

“No”

Kuro visibly took it the wrong way. She scowled, and practically growled the next words.

“Don’t be stupid, you need it!”

“I said no”

Despite her best efforts to stay angry, Kuro felt herself tearing up. Was Maya really so repulsed by her that she would refuse her even in a emergency?

“Listen, I… I know you don’t… You don’t want me like that. I know I’m not good enough to be your donor… But please, just this once, just take it”

Kuro closed her eyes, trying not to cry in front of everyone, only to snap then back open when she felt a hand lovingly cupping her face. What she saw left her breathless: Her vampire, with the softest look in her eyes, not even attempting to hide the fondness that was clear in her eyes and her voice as she spoke and absolutely destroyed her.

“My Claudine… You are so precious to me, and you deserve so much better than this” Maya brought her forehead against Kuro’s, staring deeply into widening crimson eyes, willing the blonde to feel her sincerity. Her voice took on that low, smooth tone that her girlfriend not-so-secretly loved as she murmured the next words against Claudine’s lips, “When I take your blood for the first time, it will be on a soft bed, surrounded by candlelight as I hold you in my arms all night long, with only the moon as our witness.”

Several people gasped, but Maya was too focused on Claudine (and probably concussed) to care. Claudine’s face was going through every shade of red as she sputtered and babbled in French, completely flustered, and it was too adorable to miss.

Sadly, the head wound caught up to her. Her vision was going black around the edges, so she closed her eyes and rested her head against Kuro’s shoulder. Maybe if she took a short nap…

After being discharged from the hospital, Maya spent the night In Kuro’s room, cuddling and finally talking about their feelings. Claudine seemed more flustered than usual since Maya regained consciousness, but the vampire dismissed it. Her girlfriend had never been the best at handling feelings.

What Maya didn’t know and Claudine refused to tell her is that, in werewolf culture, making romantic declarations or gestures and proclaiming the moon as a witness was basically proposing. To make matters worse, many wolves from both classes had been present for it, so now the entire school was on fire with gossip about the two top students. And the absolute worst: Kaoruko was fully aware of the meaning of Maya’s words, and Kuro could feel her smirking even when that cursed vampire wasn’t in the room.

What neither of them knew was that Nana was already planning their future mating ceremony. She was secretly conspiring with Kuro’s mother as well. Banana and Mrs. Saijo knew that both Kuro and Maya were career-oriented people, so they probably wouldn’t be mated until they were in their late twenties, but it never hurt to be prepared.

A week later, everyone stared as a dopey Maya stuck to Kuro like glue, playing the part of the perfect gentleman and spoiling her girlfriend in any way she could. Even the teachers surrendered to their fate and let her stay by Kuro’s side all day long, even in class. The poor blonde wolf spent the day blushing to the roots of her hair under everyone’s knowing glances.

When they arrived home, Kuro cursed the fact that Futaba’s bike let Kaoruko arrive first, as the little menace had put up banners proclaiming ‘Congrats on getting your fangs wet!’ all over the common room.

Junna and Claudine screamed.

Karen asked what that meant.

Mahiru choked.

Futaba and Hikari looked resigned.

Maya kept grinning dazedly.

And Banana took pictures.

It was wild.

~~~♡~~~

Author Notes: Curly strikes again, and is yet again sleep deprived so this is probably full of mistakes but I’m too tired to keep spellchecking, just take this offering as it is.

I almost split this in two, but I thought the cliffhanger of Maya finding out Kuro locked her door was too cruel, so it ended up being long af (hell, if you think this is ranting, you aren’t prepared for the Nanoha AU. That’s shaping up to be a whole testament. It’s coming. Maybe I’ll drop some tiny bits first).

I tried to make the declaration as over-the-top and dramatic as possible, because Kuromaya are just that Extra and gay. I wanted to title it ‘Blood donors and accidental marriage proposals’ but that would have given the surprise away.

Now we have a bit more of werewolf culture yay!

I appreciate feedback, opinions, other hc, etc. Everything gives me more ideas.

I’m about to die, see ya gays later.

#ok holy fuck #this is the greatest #maya and claudine being so fucking dysfunctional #thats a mood #but also maya saying all that shit #while claudine's fucking pack mates are standing right there #I'm laughing so fucking hard #she'll never live that down #futaba is gonna wrestle her later and tease her #fucking wild #and maya being all blood drunk #also fucking wild #and congrats on getting your fangs wet fucking slayed me #anyways this is perfect #thank you for these gifts as always #shoujo kageki revue starlight #long post #submission #supernatural au

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tokikurp · 6 years

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Spotlight

Summary- "To her, I’m just Hayato and not Yamagata Hayato the famous actor. We cook together, we cuddle on the couch and watch movies, we go on dates. We bake at two in the morning and dance in the kitchen while we wait for whatever were making to cook, because why not?”

Pairing- Yachi Hitoka x Yamagata Hayato (YachiGata)

AU- Actor

Word count- 3K

HELLO @tendous-satoris, TIS I! YOUR SECERT VALENTINES DAY PERSON AND YOUR FRIEND, BROOKE!

What are the odds of getting someone you know?! It’s amazing and I was VERY excited to be assigned to you! I also wanted to point out that you did not request YachiGata, but because I’m know and I knew what your OTP is, I hooked you up 😉

So Happy Valentines Day, my friend!

And happy birthday Yamagata 🎉

Enjoy!

AO3

“Our next guest made his movie debut just about four years ago in the award winning film, Eagle’s Land. The movie sparked his acting career and it hasn’t lost its peak since then. Please welcome, Yamagata Hayato!” At the call of his name, Yamagata walked out from backstage and waved to the cheering audience. The actor turned his attention to the host, Endoso Kazuo, and walked up to greet him.

“Yamagata-san, thank you for joining us this morning.” Endoso thanked after the two had sat down.

“Thank you for having me, Endoso-san. I’m glad to be here!”

“We’re glad to have you here. So first off, I want to congratulate you on your recent win.” Endoso started, the audience cheering as a picture of Yamagata appeared on the screen holding up the statue award. The actor gave a nod as thanks to the host. “You won the Best Actor in a Leading Role for Reflex Assassination.”

“Yeah, I was shocked when they announced my name. I really thought they’d announced the wrong winner and I mean, everyone saw the expression on my face- oh yeah there it is!” Yamagata laughed as a picture appeared of the shocked actor on the screen behind them.

“Did you really not expect to win?”

“NO! Did you see who I was up against?”

“Yes, one of the nominees was your former co-star from Eagle’s Land, Ushijima Wakatoshi and his movie, Secrets in the River.” Endoso read on his notecard.

“I thought Wakatoshi was going to win, I mean he’s a great actor and his movie was outstanding. And it did win Best Picture.” Yamagata chuckled as he shrugged at the last part.

“So what was that moment like when they announced you had won.”

“Like I said, I was shocked. I really wasn’t expecting to win because I was nominated together with incredulity talented actors, like Oikawa Tooru and Wakatoshi. The moment I saw who I was going up against, I turned to my manager and said, ‘Well, I lost! I’ll prepare my congratulation tweet when he beats me’.” Yamagata explained as the audience laughed.

“But when they announced my name, I thought there was an error. But nope, it was my name and my movie in the envelope.”

“You at least accepted the award, right?” Endoso asked.

“No I gave it to Wakatoshi, of course I accepted it.” Yamagata responded as everyone laughed again. “Even at the afterparty, Wakatoshi came up and congratulated me and said I deserved it.”

“So you and Ushijima-san are still talking, what about the rest of you and your Eagle’s Land co-stars?”

“Of yeah, we all still talk. I actually just saw Reon the other day and obviously I saw Wakatoshi at the award show and afterparty with Eita. Satori and I play online games until four in the morning, because we’re responsible adults.” The audience laughed again at the last comment. “We see each other a lot, when our schedules allow us to. But we try to get together once a month and have dinner and just hang out.”

“It’s great to hear that you all are still very close, even after the production of the movie, that sparked your careers, is over with.” Endoso commented as the actor nodded back. “So you’ve worked on movies for the past couple of years, but now you’re doing something different.”

“Yeah I’m working on a TV drama series called The Red Crown.” Yamagata nodded as he confirmed.

“What made you decide to try a TV drama?” Endoso asked with a curious tone in his voice.

“You know, I wanted to try something different and my manager called me one day about this audition for a TV show. He told me what it was about and at first, I wasn’t going to do it, because I typically do action or comedy stuff. But I told myself that I wanted to try something different and this was something different. So I auditioned and next thing I knew, I got the part of the Red King.” The actor explained.

“What can you tell us about The Red Crown?”

“I don’t want to give too much away, because I like to wait until the series has started to air, which it will be two Fridays from now at seven.” Yamagata winked. “But all I will say that it my character, the Red King, has to make some very important decisions that could either keep his kingdom alive or potentially make it fall apart.”

“Sounds exciting, I’m definitely watching that.” Endoso commented as he moved to his next card.

“So Yamagata-san, you’re still young. You’re twenty-two and you’ve already done some amazing things, such as winning your first solo award and raise an incredible amount of money for charity. Where do you see yourself in five or ten years?”

Yamagata blinked as he thought about that question, his eyebrows raising up and his lips sticking out. Wow, good question.

“That’s a tough one. Well, uh, I don’t know. For one, I hope I’m still acting in the next five or ten years. That’d be great. But you know, I hadn’t thought about this one certain event until two close friends did it. Uh, I hope to be married to my partner.” Yamagata explained, a fond smile crossing his face as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Wait, you’re in a relationship?” Endoso asked after closing his dropped jaw. When did this happen? Even the audience was shocked by this, small gasps were heard, eyes widened and even jaws dropped too.

“I’ve been in a relationship for about a year now and I am incredibly happy.”

“Really now?”

“Yeah, she makes me very happy and treats me like a normal person. To her, I’m just Hayato and not Yamagata Hayato the famous actor. We cook together, we cuddle on the couch and watch movies, we go on dates. We bake at two in the morning and dance in the kitchen while we wait for whatever were making to cook, because why not?” Yamagata laughed.

“She sends me encouraging text messages while I’m out filming. She also gives me feedback when I’m working on my lines and gives suggestions on what type of tone I should use, or how to say a line a certain way. She also gives great back massages.”

“It sounds like she’s important to you. So does she work in the entertainment industry?”

“No and that’s what I wanted. I didn’t want to be with another famous person, I wanted to be with someone, who isn’t famous. She’s a graphic designer by the way and is incredibly talented!” Yamagata explained.

“So when will the world to get meet her?”

“Not anytime soon.” The actor winked. “She’s shy and isn’t ready to introduce herself just yet.”

“Well I know many people are looking forward to that day. Yamagata-san, thank you for joining us! The Red Crown premieres on March 2nd at 7pm.”

“I’m home!” Yamagata called out. It had been a couple of hours since his interview with Endoso Kazuo and he had a full day of promoting The Red Crown. It was early evening as he returned home and more than ready to have a relaxing evening with his beloved, Yachi Hitoka. The moment he walked in, he could smell something delicious in the air. The smell of beef, vegetables and curry filled his nostrils and made him realize he was hungry.

“Welcome home, Hayato!” He heard her call out as he removed his shoes. “How was your day?”

“Ugh, long.” He answered while walking into the kitchen to see Yachi at the stove, stirring up dinner. He walked over and hugged her from behind, getting a little squeak out of her (he also snuck in a kiss or two to her neck). “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. How’d the interview go?” She asked, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Good, but long. How was work?” He asked, pulling away from her and leaned against the island countertop. He also plucked a few grapes from their vines and popped them into his mouth.

“It went well. Our new project was green lit and that means meetings for the next few days.” Yachi responded, but sighing at the end of the sentence. Yamagata chuckled, he felt the same way about meetings. “I don’t think I’ll be able to catch your interview tomorrow, so I’ll have it set to record.”

“I understand, babe. Don’t worry about it.” He smiled at her softly.

“B-but still!” She turned around and pouted, ugh her pouting face was just so cute! Yamagata couldn’t take it. “I enjoy watching all your interviews. I love watching you talk about all the movies you’re in. And now the TV show that you’re in, which I’m getting SUPER excited about! I have a countdown on my phone until it airs!”

Yachi pulled out her phone and pulled up a countdown app, showing that the premier of The Red Crown was just 14 days, 08 hours, 35 minutes and 12 seconds aways. The background was of Yamagata taking a selfie in his costume (that also included the red crown). Yamagata chuckled, blushing slightly at the image she used as the background for her countdown. He was in his messy dressing room that was dark; the only lighting came from the vanity mirror that set a warm tone to the serious expression on his face.

“I know you’re excited, just two more weeks and you can go on and on about it.” Yamagata chuckled again as he grabbed the plates. “Are you still planning that premiere party?”

“Yes, indeed! I just finished the what type of food will be at the party and I’m starting to gather everything. Oh and Shirabu-san sent me a text, saying he’ll be able to make it! So all your friends will be able to make it!” Yachi announced, clapping her hands.

“Terushima probably texted that for him.” He chuckled, bringing the rice over to the table.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if it was him.” She chuckled, turning off the stove as the curry finished cooking. “Okay, dinner is ready!”

“Alright, I’m starving!”

“You’re always hungry.”

“I’m a growing boy!”

Yachi giggled as she patted his cheek and said, “Yes, you are still a growing twenty-two year old boy.”

With dinner finished, the dishes washed and leftovers put away for tomorrow’s lunch, the couple retreated to the living room for a relaxing evening. Wrapping her arms around Yamagata’s waist, Yachi leaned against him as the two watched a comedy series (which happened to star Tendou Satori). The jokes were corny and puns were thrown here and there, but it never failed to get a chuckle or giggle out of the two of them. This happened to be one of Yachi’s favorite shows because of the humor, Yamagata thought it was cheesy.

But he did like cheese.

During a commercial break, Yamagata’s phone rang. Yachi looked up as the actor pulled out the ringing device to see, who was calling.

Jin

“Aw honey, I’m so proud of you. You came home with your phone.” Yachi smiled, actually surprised that her boyfriend had his phone with him. Yamagata stuck his tongue out at her while he answered his phone.

“Hey what’s up, Jin?”

“Oh, you actually answered. I had a message already written out-”

“Okay, yeah, I got it. I lose my phone a lot.” The actor cut the other off, making both Jin and Yachi laugh. Well, he wasn’t lying. One time he left his phone on a movie set and the director found it, shaking his head because he had immediately known who it belonged to.

“Yeah a lot. But I’m calling because I’ve been in this crazy writing mood and ended up writing a whole series of movies.”

Jin was a screenwriter and was one of the writer’s that wrote Eagle’s Land. Jin befriended all the actors in the movie and had been close with them all ever since. And every time when he finished a script for a movie, he was eager to ask if they’d be interested in taking part.

“Oh really? That’s great to here! How many movies is the series going to have?”

“Three scripts are finished and I’m about halfway done with the fourth one.” Yamagata’s eyes widened. Four scripts?!

“Whoa, you have been in a writing kick.”

“Yeah, I know,” the screenwriter chuckled nervously. “It suddenly happened when I was on vacation with Yumi.” Referring to the time Jin went on vacation with his girlfriend, Yumi.

“Oh well that makes plenty of sense. Hope Yumi wasn’t pissed that you were working while on vacation.” Yamagata laughed.

“Actually she helped me plan the first script, because she was interested in the idea.” Jin laughed.”So I’m calling because I wanted to know if you’d be interested in being part of the movie. I’ve already called Wakatoshi and he said him and Eita would be interested in taking part. Reon said he’ll let me know after he looked at his schedule and I’m about to call Satori after I hang up with you.”

Yamagata raised an eyebrow while he leaned forward, Yachi watched in wonder.

“Are you getting the original cast back together from Eagle’s Land?” If he was right, then after Tendou it would be Shirabu, Kawanishi, and then Goshiki.

“Yeah. I was thinking about getting everyone back together because you know, Washijo-san is talking about retirement, but wants to do one last massive project. He said either a movie series or something else, I can’t remember what it was. Maybe a documentary?” Jin responded, trying to think about what the other thing was.

Washijo Tanji, a multi award-winning director with tons of hit movies under his belt (all of which were also award winning movies). Eagle’s Land was the first movie he directed with a cast of unheard of actors, all of who he saw potential in and gave them their roles. People said that this would be the end of Washijo’s career and that Eagle’s Land would fail miserably. But every single person was proven wrong when Eagle’s Land became number one during the first weekend. And stayed at number one for the next few weeks. It became one of Washijo’s best works since The Maroon Swan, one of the first movies he directed when he had started his career back in the 70’s. That movie was what launched his career and since then, he’d been unstoppable.

Because he gave Yamagata and his seven co-stars, a chance when no one else would and their careers launched. To be honest, even though Washijo was stern and called a demon at times, Yamagata looked up to him as a Father figure (since Yamagata’s Father had never been in his life). Hearing Washijo was wanting to do one more massive project before going into retirement, Yamagata chuckled as a smirk crossed his face.

“I’m in. So what’s the idea for this new movie series?”

Yachi smiled up at him softly, she could tell how excited he was about this new project. And she was just as excited for him.

After a long two years of filming, traveling to different prefectures and even countries, and post production; tonight was the night. Tonight was the premiere of Mission File: Code X; a four movie series about a newly formed spy group, learning to work together while going on dangerous missions. All eight actors had been promoting the first movie like crazy and were continuing to do so for the next few weeks. They all had a lot of faith that this would do well. Washijo said, that he believed this might be their best work yet.

But tonight was the night, they got to see their hard work come together in the form of a two hour movie.

Yamagata was nearly finished getting ready as the time grew closer and closer for him to leave. He adjusted his blazer for the fifth time, combed his hair back and sprayed on his favorite cologne. He flattened out his white turtleneck shirt under the black blazer and uprighted the hedgehog pinned on his blazer (inside joke among his co-stars). Movie premieres always made him excited, even if it was just a movie. But something about them just made him excited! Plus they got free popcorn and goodies at the end.

“Nearly ready?” He heard Yachi ask from the entrance.

“Yup! Nearly ready. Is the car here?”

“Mmmhmm.” She answered. He nodded as he made the last few adjustments. “You look just as handsome when you’re only wearing boxers.”

“And I’d prefer to be in those now, but I don’t think that’d be appropriate for tonight.” Yamagata chuckled. “Alright, I think I’m done. What do you-”

He turned to face Yachi, who he expected to be in sweatpants, a t-shirt and slippers. But instead of seeing her in that, she was wearing a short, maroon coloured dress, that fell a little bit over mid-thigh. Its hem was adored with a beaded lace pattern as well as the long sleeves. Her hair parted parted to the right and her makeup done. She looked stunning smiling shyly at him, as Yamagata’s mouth hung open.

“H-Hitoka?”

“If you’re going to finish that sentence and asking me what my plans are for tonight. My plans are to be your plus one at the premiere of your new movie.” Yachi responded as she walked up to him.

“You...actually want to come to a premiere with me and walk on the red carpet?” He asked, stunned that she actually wanted to go. In the past, she’d declined the offer due to the overwhelming environment that premieres were. On top of that, she didn’t feel ready to face the cameras. Although Yamagata didn’t like going to premieres alone, he respected her decision and always said she was welcome to come anytime.

“Yes and yes. As much as I am nervous about going to this big premiere, I want to be there to support you. And I want to continue to do so in the future, so why not start now?” She responded. He smiled at her and gave a nod.

“I’d be honored to have such a stunning beauty like you by my side.” Yamagata responded, taking her hand and kissing the top of it. “And you look just as beautiful when you’re in sweatpants.”

“Oh you.” She giggled.

Yachi had never seen so many flashes go off at once until she and Yamagata stepped forward. She could have sworn she was going to go blind after seeing all those cameras go off. Yamagata whispered into her ear that she did an amazing job and kissed her cheek, some people saw that moment and tried to capture it. But the next couple came up and everyone else was more focused on them.

“So what’s next? Are we going into the building?” Yachi asked as they walked away from the flashing cameras.

“Not yet. I still need to do an interview or two it looks like.” Yamagata answered as he looked ahead, seeing Tendou and Goshiki being interviewed and Reon and Kawanishi leaving an interview. “Alright, ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” She smiled as they were lead to the interview.

“Yamagata-san! Welcome! And who is this beautiful lady you have with you tonight?” The interviewer asked.

“This is the love of my life: Yachi Hitoka.” Yamagata responded with the biggest smile on his face.

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Your Love is More than Enough for Me

HAPPY USHISEMI DAY ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆

Summary- Ever since Semi had gotten together with Ushijima, he had been a throne in his mother's eyes. She always would try to get Semi to break up their relationship, but never succeeded. Until her interrogations got too much and Semi reached his breaking point. He realized, he could never give Ushijima the life he'd deserve. So he decided to do the only logical thing his brain could think of at that time.

Break everything off and give back the promise ring, that should've been a symbol for their forever love.

Pairing- Ushijima Wakatoshi x Semi Eita (UshiSemi)

Word count- 5459 (15 pages)

I’m actually on time, unlike last year where I missed it by a day _(:3/ BUT I PLANNED AHEAD!

A massive thank you to Lina ( @sound-of-inspiration ) for being the one who actually came up with this idea. This is inspired by Super Junior’s song Evanesce. Thank you again Lina (°◡°♡)

Enjoy!

AO3

Ushijima and Semi lived completely different lifestyles from their birth on. Growing up, Ushijima lived in high class, while Semi lived in middle class. Two very different classes that always saw each other, but never met.

Five course meals were always on the menus at the five-star restaurants Ushijima would dine at. Helping cook dinner were some of the greatest times for Semi (especially when he got to lick the spoon when making dessert).

The Semi family often visited Osaka, the birthplace of his beloved Grandmother. The Ushijima family traveled abroad multiple times a year for “family” vacations, but most often business trips.

Ushijima only attended the top (and most expensive) elementary school in Japan. He also had some of the best tutors in their fields to mentor him. Semi attended the same public elementary school his Father had when he’d been his age. Whenever he needed help with his homework, Dad was right there to help him with it.

Well...tried at least. Math had never been his strong point.

On some nights, Semi’s parents would read him a bedtime story. Other nights, his Grandmother would do it when his parents were working late. Every single night, Ushijima’s nanny would read him a bedtime story. He couldn’t recall a moment where his parents had read to him.

They grew up in two completely different worlds, one lived a life of luxury and the other lived a comfortable one. Their group of friends weren’t any different, all being from the same class. Sleepovers were just about the same, except one group watched a movie in a massive theater room. And the other group watched a movie on the floor in the living room (but bonus points to them for having blanket forts).

For years, they never knew that the other existed because of their social rankings. It seemed like they would never meet.

...

Until a certain school brought them together in the spring of their first year of high school.

That’s when everything changed.

Ushijima had already attended Shiratorizawa’s Junior High and continued with the respective high school to finish his schooling days. The wing spiker had already made a name for himself for being such a powerful player, making plenty of universities highly interested in him.

Semi had previously attended Nagamushi Junior High, where he'd played as a setter. He became a famous setter in the prefecture and caught the attention of the head coach over at Shiratorizawa.

They met on the first day of training during spring break. It was at the meet-up spot for all the new first year volleyball players to meet one another, before they were to be brought to the gym. Ushijima, like always, had been the first to arrive.

Actually, he’d been an hour early.

Semi was the second to show up, arriving just forty-five minutes later. After the two players greeted each other, they had a brief chat to get to know each other (and kill a little time). Semi obviously knew about how crazy strong Ushijima was and looked forward to set for him. Ushijima had heard a little about Semi, but still asked questions to get to know this new setter. Just as the rest of the first years arrived, the wing spiker and setter were already looking forward to working together.

Their three years at Shiratorizawa would be something they would never forget.

The late night training together to perfect their dynamic.

Having study sessions with the four other players in their grade.

Attempting to keep up with Ushijima on their runs.

Going to nationals and playing up against some of the best teams in Japan.

Having to change their whole dynamic when a second year replaced Semi in the starting line.

Not training as much together.

Learning a new position.

Losing against Karasuno and for the first time, not going to nationals.

It was all thanks to Karasuno beating them (who would have thought that) for Ushijima and Semi to realize something. Something they’d never seen before, because they were so busy with training and school. But when they retired from the volleyball club and now had plenty of more times on their hands, they realized that...they had fallen in love with each other.

Because due to all this new time on their hands, it began to dawn on them. Slowly, not at first. In the beginning, they both wondered what this new feeling was, when they were together. It was a warm feeling, of feeling calm when the other was near and they craved each other’s company. They also began to notice things about the other they never noticed before.

Like how Ushijima noticed that Semi snorted when he laughed and tried to hide it. Ushijima noticed it one night when the third years were all hanging out in Reon’s room. Yamagata was telling a story about something his younger siblings had done. It was a hilarious story. That was when Ushijima heard the snort. He stopped laughing and looked over at the former setter, who had covered his mouth. Tendou was cracking up and pointing out Semi’s snort (which resulted in the blonde yelling at the redhead to shut up). Ushijima had never noticed before and to be honest, he thought it was adorable.

For Semi, it was Ushijima’s eyebrows. Yes, that did sound strange, but it he couldn’t really explain it. The two of them had a study session one evening, quizzing each other and catching up on homework. While they caught up on history homework, Semi finished before Ushijima did. He looked up and noticed how Ushijima’s eyebrows were pushed together, while the former captain was thinking. When he got the answer, it’s like the light clicked in his head and his face lightened up, including his eyebrows. Semi thought that was cute and quietly chuckled to himself.

They confessed right before winter break and it was like a weight had been lifted off their chests. Also, overjoyed because the both of them had finally confessed and their feelings had been accepted. Semi let out this happy sigh of relief as he’d leaned against Ushijima’s chest. The wing spiker smiled and wrapped one of his arms around the blonde.

When their friends found out, Tendou yelled, “ABOUT TIME!”

Turns out, their crush on one another had been so painfully obvious that it had drove their friends insane. And Tendou made sure they knew just how obvious, like how Semi would stare at Ushijima’s butt. Or how Ushijima would give Semi extreme compliments. But Reon stepped in because Tendou’s reasonings weren’t that great.

“You two just looked so much more happier when you were around each other. Like Eita, you’ve been able to make Wakatoshi smile, where some of us had failed countless of times. And Wakatoshi, you always lifted up Eita’s mood when he needed it. There are so many things, that you’ve done for each other without even noticing.” Reon better explained.

“Oh and don’t think we didn’t know about those late night training sessions with just the two of you.” Yamagata pointed out with a smirk.

The couple was happy to know their friends shared their joy about the relationship.

“Semi, I’m going to cut straight to the point. You and Wakatoshi need to break up.”

Except Ushijima’s Mother and Father.

“Ushijima-san, we’ve talked about this before.” Semi groaned in frustration. “I’m not going to break up with, Wakatoshi.”

This always happened when Semi came over to have dinner with his boyfriend. Ushijima’s parents, mainly his Mother, urging Semi to break up with their son. Why?

Well turned out, Ushijima had a fiancée already picked out for him to marry, once she’d finish college (which was just a year away). This arranged marriage had been approved of since the girl’s birth, she was two years younger than the wing spiker. All Semi knew about her was that she attended school in Tokyo, was the basketball manager for one of the powerhouse schools and was studying to be a lawyer. ...Or was it business?

Semi didn’t remember her name, maybe because Ushijima didn’t tell him. But the marriage wasn’t going to happen because Ushijima wasn’t interested in marrying someone he didn’t know nor love. That was just a crazy idea! What was the whole point of marriage if you didn’t even like the person you’d be married to.

But there were days Semi really wondered if that was the truth. That was all thanks to Ushijima’s Mother, who brought up a lot of Semi’s insecurities and even created new ones. To show how serious Ushijima was about this arranged marriage not happening, he presented Semi a promise ring on their third anniversary.

He slipped the ring on to Semi’s hand and kissed it, promising to always love him. That Semi was the only one for him and he’d never love anyone else.

That had been over a year ago and Ushijima had kept his promise.

“And I will not accept that answer! Semi, I’m sure you are a wonderful person, but you are not the person for my son.”

“If you think I’m a wonderful person, then get to know me! I have been with Wakatoshi for over four years now and you barely know anything about!” Semi fired back.

“Because it’s a waste of time! Wakatoshi’s fiancée has one more year of schooling and once she graduates, they’re getting married.” She exclaimed!

“And he has told you, plenty of times, he is not going to marry her! He’s not interested in marrying someone he doesn’t know!” He was so tired of this argument, he just wanted to have dinner with Ushijima. She sighed and rubbed her temples.

“Semi, we’re both tired of this.”

“Oh! Great to know you’re tired too! How about you stop bringing it up?” He hissed.

“Because I’ve been trying to tell you the nice way. But I’m going to have to be harsh and lay out the truth to you.” She sighed. “I’ve wanted to avoid this, but you’ve left me no choice.”

Semi raised an eyebrow at her, what was she about to do?

“You are in the way of Wakatoshi having the wealthy life he deserves. You cannot give Wakatoshi the life he deserves, the way Satsuki will after she graduates. She’s going into a profession that will be good to her, she’ll become one of the best lawyers in Tokyo. Everyone knows it. She’s going to make a lot of money, just a bit under what Wakatoshi is currently making. And he isn’t even the CEO yet!” She stated. “And then there’s you, the struggling artist. You went to art school for four years, one of the worst things to major in! And here you are, months out of college and you don’t even have a job in that professional field. Answer this for me, how much are you making with your commissions?”

“...Not a lot. I-I actually haven’t gotten any new commissioners lately.” Semi answered, rubbing the back of his neck. She was getting to him and she could see it. Semi wasn’t looking at her, avoiding her gaze.

“And where are you working? At that cafe you’ve been working at since you went to college?”

“I make enough there to support myself!”

“Wakatoshi tells me you’re still living with your parents.”

“And that’s normal!” It was normal, but she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“How many jobs have you applied since graduating?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t been counting.”

“I’ve seen your portfolio and I can see why people aren’t hiring you. Your art is the most horrendous I’ve ever seen. And that’s coming from someone who’s seen that redhead friend of Wakatoshi’s art. That’s far better than yours!”

Ouch, that had taken a big hit on Semi. He knew he wasn’t the greatest artist, but he practiced every single day. He always had a sketchbook with him and was always working in it. But everyone that talked to him always complimented his art and how amazing it was.

...Were they lying? Was he really that bad?

Semi turned away from her.

“How can you support someone when you barely make enough to support yourself? Wakatoshi is expected to be of high standard and for him to be seen with someone like you, a starving artist who works in a cafe? People would feel so bad for him because he’s with someone, who isn’t striving to be successful. Success is everything and you cannot support my son with your already dead art career.”

...She was right. He wasn’t getting anywhere in his art career, while his boyfriend had already been successful in just the few months after they’d graduated from college. Even their friends had been more successful, Tendou was an upcoming mangaka, Reon and Jin were studying to be doctors and Yamagata had gotten a position on the national team. Then there were Shirabu, Kawanishi and Goshiki, who were all still in university, but he knew they’d be successful.

Then there was him, not going anywhere.

“I hope you realize why I want you to break up with, Wakatoshi. You can’t give him what he deserves.” She said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Just end it and the pain will be over. He can be happy and so can you.”

“...Right.”

Why hadn’t he realized this sooner?

Semi didn’t talk during dinner, the conversation with Ushijima’s Mother made him really think about her words. And made him realize that she was right.

He was in the way of Ushijima having the life he deserved.

He looked over at his boyfriend, who was taking a sip of water and going for the soup next. They hadn’t said much at dinner tonight, which was unusual. Ushijima didn’t normally talk that much during dinner, but Semi made up for that. But tonight, the blond wasn’t in a talkative mood. He had been thinking.

Thinking a lot.

He looked down at the promise ring on his hand, he never took it off. The ring was mainly silver with small diamonds all around it, but a bigger diamond in the middle. But what made this ring significant was,that there was a swan incorporated into it, and at the bottom of the swan were the November birthstones, topaz and citrine. His birthstones.

Ushijima always called Semi his beautiful swan and it only fit that his promise ring had to do something something with a swan. How he was going to miss looking at this beautiful ring every day.

He removed the ring and looked right at Ushijima, who noticed Semi looking at him.

“Yes, Eita?” Ushijima asked, putting down the spoon he was about to bring up to his mouth. Semi didn’t say a word, but just looked down instead. “Eita, is everything alright?”

Again, Semi didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted his hand and placed the ring down near Ushijima. With a raised eyebrow, Ushijima picked up the ring and examined it. Was something wrong with the ring? Did it need a cleaning?

“I something wrong with your ring? Is it missing a diamond-”

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore.”

Ushijima looked at the blond with a puzzled look, what in the world did he mean by that? He couldn’t do what anymore?

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m not...happy.” Semi lied, how much it hurt to say those words.

“What do you mean you aren’t happy?” Ushijima asked, putting the ring down and reaching to hold Semi’s hands. But he pulled away. “Eita, tell me why you aren’t happy and let’s work through it.”

“NO!” Semi blurted out, standing up in the chair and backing up. “I-I just can’t explain why I’m unhappy!”

“Then try to explain it! Is it something I’ve done? Am I working too much? Please, tell me if I’ve done anything to upset you recently!” The former wing spiker begged. He wasn’t going to lose the man he loved over something they could fix.

“It’s...you’ve done nothing! It’s just...me!” His chest hurt, he didn’t want to do this. But he couldn’t let Ushijima not have the wealthy life he deserved. Not when a starving artist like him was standing in the way of him having it.

“I love you! Every single bit of you, everything about you-”

“JUST STOP!” Semi screamed, cutting Ushijima off. They stood in silence for awhile, Ushijima’s eyes widened as Semi’s watered. “I’m done. I can’t take this anymore. I’m sorry.”

“But-”

“Just stop! Please, this is already hard enough. Just let me go and live your life.” Semi trembled, shaking his head.

“But I can’t go on without you in my life.” Ushijima responded carefully, softly. “Let’s go away this weekend and work on our relationship. Just the two of us, away from the city, away from all this technology-”

“No...nothing can change my mind. I’m sorry, Ushijima.” Semi responded, turning away from the breaking man.

“Please no.” Ushijima begged, his voice cracking. This couldn’t be happening. What had he done wrong?

“Goodbye.”

Five years. That was how long it had been since Semi vanished from Ushijima’s life. Right after he left, Ushijima contacted everyone he knew that would possibly know where Semi was. He went to the cafe where he worked, Semi quit just that morning. He asked if they knew why and they shook their heads. None of them knew why. Ushijima contacted Semi’s cousin to see if he’d heard from him. He said no, but said he was worried about him as well. Semi hadn’t contacted him in the past few days and that wasn’t like him. Even their friends hadn’t heard from him and that wasn’t like him at all. Especially for Tendou!

When asking Semi’s parents, they didn’t say a word. They knew where he was and weren’t going to tell Ushijima. Even his Grandmother didn’t say where Semi had vanished to, but he could tell in her eyes she wanted to tell him. Grandma Semi loved Ushijima and hoped to see her grandson marry the business man one day. With a heavy sigh, he accepted that his family wouldn’t tell him, but thanked them for the years he got to know them.

And when they saw Semi next time, to tell him how much he missed him. And if he wanted to work things out, Ushijima would welcome back with open arms.

It had been five years too long and Ushijima missed his beautiful swan oh so much. His life wasn’t the same without him.

He missed going on dates with Semi.

Watching him sketch, ink or color.

Watching him gather inspiration for his next project.

Randomly dancing in the middle of the kitchen to a cheesy love song.

Seeing his tongue stick out when he was concentrated on something.

Listening to his rants about whatever had irritated him that day.

Walking Ushijima’s dog, Ace.

Taking walks in the park (just the two of them).

Holding his hands.

Cuddling him.

Kissing him.

His smile

His laugh (and his snorts).

Saying ‘I love you’.

All of that had vanished the day Semi had walked out of his life and it had never been the same. Ushijima threw himself into his work, trying so hard to get over him. He made sure he was doing something from the moment he entered his office at 7am, until he left at 10pm that night. It worked for a while, until one day when a maid was cleaning and found Semi’s promise ring. She brought it up to Ushijima and asked,

“What are you going to do with this, Ushijima-san? Isn’t this Semi-san’s promise ring?”

That’s when everything came back. His heart felt so empty without Semi.

With every chance Ushijima had, he searched for Semi. He was ready to do whatever he had to do to get him back; he’d do whatever it’d take to repair their relationship. But whenever he found a new possible lead, he always ended up at a dead end. Even with every dead end he came to, Ushijima never gave up and kept searching. It didn’t matter if it took another five years or even more, he wouldn’t stop searching.

“Wakatoshi, there’s a gallery opening tonight. My wife fell ill with the flu and I’d rather take care of her than leave her at home when she’s so sick. Would you like to attend tonight? I know you appreciate art just as much as she does.” One of the senior advisors asked one afternoon. Ushijima looked up from his lunch at his senior, who held out a ticket.

“Thank you. I’ll make sure to enjoy the gallery.” Ushijima thanked, looking at the information on the ticket. “I’m sorry to hear your wife has the flu.”

“Ah yeah, she’s bummed that she’s sick. But she’ll be happy to hear her ticket went to someone, who loves art! Have fun for the both of us, okay?”

“I’ll make sure to.”

Ushijima arrived at the gallery in downtown Sendai, early as usual. There were already a few other people there, all chatting about the new artists that were being featured. From what the people were saying, the gallery was introducing five new artists tonight. All winners from a contest the gallery held for the past six months. Although he didn’t know how many people entered, it sounded like a lot to him. So to see these five winner’s work was something Ushijima was looking forward to.

After all, he had just moved into a new and bigger apartment not too long ago. He’d been needing some new artwork to cover a lot of the empty wall space.

Soon afterwards, the gallery opened and people began to fill in. The five artists each had their own little space to display their pieces at and outside their space were silver stars. Stars to show the visitors that they’re part of the five winners. Ushijima took his time look at the first person’s artwork, he remembered being told to take his time to look at the piece. Could he image this being hung in his home?

The first person left Ushijima very impressed, he especially loved their painting of a lotus flower blooming. First piece he bought in awhile, maybe he’d put it in his home office.

“Ah Wakatoshi! Long time no see!” A familiar voice called out to him from behind as Ushijima went towards the next person. He turned around to see the owner of the gallery.

“Miyajima-san, it has been awhile.” Ushijima greeted back, bowing to the owner. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing well, thank you for asking. How have you been? I don’t see you come into the gallery that often anymore.” Miyajima responded, patting Ushijima’s shoulder.

“I apologize. I’ve been busy with work lately and I haven’t had a chance to come in. I also recently moved into a new apartment, so I’ve been busy with that as well. But I’m here to buy some new artwork since my new apartment has more space than the previous one.” Ushijima apologized as the owner chuckled and nodded.

“Ah understandable, we all get busy. So! Have you found anything yet?”

“I have. I actually just bought Yachi Hitoka’s lotus painting. It’s very beautiful and I couldn’t pass it up.”

“Good choice! One of my favorites during the contest if I do say so myself.” He laughed. “Say Wakatoshi, I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“Have you still been looking for that man you dated back a few years ago?” Miyajima asked. Ushijima raised an eyebrow, but nodded. “What was his name again?”

“Semi Eita. Have you seen him recently?” Could this be another possible lead? Miyajima didn’t respond for a moment, but chuckled with a smile crossing his face.

“I knew I recognized that name from somewhere.” Ushijima’s eyes widened. “He’s one of our five winners. He’s in space number four.”

Ushijima spun around immediately and looked for space number four. His eyes landed on the silver star that had number four written on it. It didn’t look like many people had made their way over to his space, people were starting to make their way over to space two and three. This was his chance.

His chance after five years, to see the man he still loved to this day.

“He has some very impressive work, I must say. I think his hot seller will be his painting of a swan- Wakatoshi?” Miyajima started to say, but then realized that Ushijima wasn’t with him anymore. Instead, he was already making his way towards space number four.

“Love is fascinating, isn’t it?” The gallery owner chuckled again, watching the businessman getting closer and closer. “I hope you can win him back.”

Space number four was the same size as space number one was, but there wasn’t a lot of white space. It was all covered in canvases that Semi had created. Ushijima stopped and stared at the work on the wall. How much he had improved in these five years, he was amazed.

One picture especially caught his attention, making him go further into the space. There was someone that looked to be running away from a pound, where another person stood. The person running had a snake wrapped around their leg, while the person at the pound had a swan behind them. Just by the expression on the person running away, they looked upset about something. While the snake had a sinister expression, what did this snake do? Looking at the man at the pound, his features had morphed into a mask of sadness and confusion. The swan behind him looked sad as well, but one of the wings was lying over the man’s leg.

...Why did this seem so familiar?

Ushijima turned around to see whatever Semi had in his gallery, but instead, his attention turned to the person that had taken over this small space. Semi, standing near him and adjusting one of the pieces.

“Eita?” Ushijima asked softly. Semi stopped adjusting the canvas and turned around, his mouth opening to say something. But the moment he saw Ushijima, his eyes widened.

“W-Wakatoshi?” Semi asked slowly, turning around completely and now fully facing him. He still looked just a beautiful as he remembered him. Ushijima smiled softly at him and nodded.

“Hello, it’s been awhile.” Ushijima greeted. Semi rushed over and hugged him, Ushijima returned the hug. How wonderful it felt to have Semi back in his arms. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” Semi whispered. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’m so happy, I’ve finally found you. I’ve been searching for you since day one.” Ushijima whispered, feeling Semi tighten his grip.

“...I’m sorry about that. I truly am sorry.”

“I forgive you, but what did I do?” Ushijima asked, looking at him. Semi looked down and shook his head. “Please tell me what happened, I’m begging you. I don’t want to lose you again.”

Semi didn’t respond for a moment, when he could feel his eyes tearing up. Ushijima frowned, cupping both his cheeks in his hands.

“I couldn’t give you everything you deserve, it felt unfair that you were supporting the both of us when we should have both been supporting each other. I wasn’t getting anywhere in my art career and was barely making enough to support myself. I had-your mom opened my eyes and finally told me that...I was going to be the reason why you weren’t going to have the wealthy lifestyle you-”

“There is not a single drop of truth in this. Nothing of this is of matter to me.” Ushijima exclaimed. “Eita, I would rather have you with me than all the money in the world. You are my world! What she said was nothing but pure lies! I love you and ONLY you! I don’t care if you have a billion yen or one yen to your name, you’re the only person I want to be with and no one else. I fell in love with you, not your status or what job you have. I fell in love with Semi Eita.”

“Even if I was a starving artist that barely got commissions and worked in a cafe?” Semi asked in a tiny voice.

“Absolutely.”

“But...what about your fiancée? The one you were supposed to marry-”

“She was on the same page as me. She did not want to marry me either, because she was in love with someone else. She’s married now and she and husband are expecting twins in a couple of weeks.” Ushijima cut off. “Satsuki had already found love like us. Can we start where we left off?”

“I...I don’t know if I can give you what you-”

“You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted. You’ve given me your heart and all the love I could ever ask for. That’s what’s more important to me than anything else.” Ushijima cut him off, saying that while looking right into Semi’s eyes.

Semi stood there for a moment before tears started to fall from his face and a smile crossed his face. Ushijima smiled back as he used his thumbs to wipe the falling tears away.

“I’d like that. I want to start where we left off, ‘Toshi.” Semi smiled brightly. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you so much too, my beautiful swan.” Ushijima responded. “Ah, I just remembered something. I have something for you.”

“What?” Semi asked with a raised eyebrow as he watched Ushijima dig into his pocket. He crossed his arms as the businessman pulled out a small box and opened it.

Semi gasped, “You still have my promise ring?”

“Of course. I said I’ve been searching for you these past five years.” Ushijima chuckled as he took the ring out. “Would you like it back?”

Semi nodded and held out his left hand to him. Ushijima slipped the promise ring back onto the left ring finger. A perfect fit, just like the first time. Semi smiled looking at it and then back to Ushijima.

“I’ve missed seeing this so much.”

“And I’ve missed seeing you wear it.” Ushijima smiled, placing a kiss on Semi’s forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Semi responded with a kiss to Ushijima’s cheek.

“And congratulations winning the contest. You’ve improved so much!” Ushijima congratulated.

“Thank you, ‘Toshi. It was a tough competition.” Semi chuckled.

“Excuse me.” A voice called out, bringing the two love birds back to reality. There stood a businessman Ushijima knew. He worked in Tokyo and was a very powerful man. Wealthy too (wealthier than the Ushijima family). “I’m interested in a few of your pieces.”

“Uh yes! Of course, everything is up for grabs.” Semi responded, walking over to the man.

“Wonderful to hear. I’m interested in these three pieces.” The man said, pointing to three paintings, a painting of a starry night in Paris, two swans swimming together and the picture that Ushijima first saw.

“Yes of course. They haven’t been sold yet-”

“I’m willing to pay this for all three.” The man interrupted, holding out what looked to be his phone with a number on the screen. A long number from what Ushijima could tell.

“...Eh?” Semi blinked at the very big number in front of him. “H-How much?!”

“Is that too low? I’ll add another fifteen to it.” The man said, adding the numbers up and showing Semi then again.

“N-No that was high enough! Oh my god, I think I’m lightheaded.” Semi responded, shocked by the number.

“Very well. I’ll write the check immediately.” The man nodded as Ushijima came up and placed a hand on Semi’s arm.

“Congratulations, you just sold three of your pieces to a very powerful businessman.” Ushijima said as Semi nodded.

“Yeah...I did. Oh my god, I didn’t think I’d sell any of them, let alone three at once.”

“I told you, your paintings are going to sell and make a lot of money.” Ushijima chuckled, placing another kiss on Semi’s cheek. “How about after the gallery closes for the evening, I take you on a date to our favorite sushi spot?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” Semi asked, a smirk crossing his face.

“Of course I am.” Ushijima responded with a smirk. “And then we can return to my new and bigger apartment and catch up on these past five years.”

“Do you still have Ace?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then I gladly accept.” Semi responded. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“I am too.” Ushijima smiled, feeling more than happy right now.

After all, he had his beautiful swan back with him and that was all he’d ever wanted.

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