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These words, the voice he speaks it in, the strong arms that wrap around and hold him in place. Just like this, Tsurugi held him together. A part of him felt ashamed. Embarrassed. As the elder, he should be the one to support him. He should be the one to help Tsurugi, to assure him that he could be here. Shindou was fortunate enough to always have belonged at Raimon. Tsurugi had to struggle, to give up belonging anywhere for such a long time, and it was Tenma's warm smile and voice that had moved all their hearts.
That's right. It was he who needed to support Tsurugi. After passing the role of captain onto Tenma, didn't that give him the ability to focus on another individual more? It was something he could never have afforded if he still wore that red band around his arm... yet here he was, letting Tsurugi's kindness spoil him, weak, unreliable.
Whatever they say about me, I don't care. Why did he have to make Tsurugi bear with something this all over again? But letting him go wasn't even an option they could bear with.]
Thank you. Thank you, Tsurugi, for falling in love with someone like me.
[He lets out a soft sigh, then breathes in. With the last of his remaining energy, he pulls away just enough to tilt his head back, craning his neck to bring his face closer to Tsurugi's, seeking his lips in a soft but lingering kiss.]
Me, too. For the first time in a long time, there's something I truly don't want to let go of. I hope... I hope you don't think you'd have to fight alone.
[Anything he could have said in reply is interuppted by a soft press of Shindou's lips to his own, brushing against them so gently that you could almost miss the touch if you didn't lean into it. Tsurugi did, his neck craning down to meet those seeking lips and holding on that kiss for as long as he can. His head tilts, allowing his chapped lips to take a new angle and glide a second time across the softer ones of his partner. Shindou may have felt that he was the weak and unreliable one, but he'd seen what the boy could do on the field. Captaincy or not, he led the team in his own way, with God's Baton directing them and ensuring their victory in ways Tsurugi could never even dream of. The idea of being that and captain at the same time...it puts a sense of security in Tsurugi, and a security in their victory on the field.
It was because of God's Baton, Shindou himself that they could win Holy Road.
The kiss lasts as long as his breath can hold itself, putting every ounce of affection into it before lifting up, only giving himself an inch between them as they curl together between the blankets. His voice tickles Shindou's ear as he speaks, it's low tone almost too soft to catch.]
You've never been one to stand down once you believe in something. Not since I showed up in your life.
[It was true, the moment Tsurugi appeared, he'd awakened the Maestro in the boy, and (unintentionally at the time) his fighting spirit. A choice when, looking back on it, was probably one of the only positive things to come out of his behaviour back then. How much longer would Shindou have continued to play a soccer so lifeless?]
This year, starting today, we'll be by each others sides.
[When they part from the kiss, and when he feels Tsurugi's breath against his ear, Shindou is almost relieved for the dimness of the room, though he also wonders if Tsurugi could feel how hot his face is anyway. The slow, tender kiss -- the press of Tsurugi's lips against his -- has him melted in the other's arms, all previous jumbles in his heart taken away with his breath. His sensitive hearing doesn't miss a single whisper, picking up every softly spoken syllable.
He'd listened to the music of many masters over the years, classic and contemporary, domestic and foreign. He'd listened to almost every genre that his family or teacher introduced him to, then some more on his own as he grew older. Yet, more than any of those men and woman, more than any of their greatest pieces in history, he finds this to be the most beautiful. The sound of Tsurugi Kyousuke's voice as it murmurs words only for him... his favorite melody.]
You're right. I didn't know what to do, until that day, but you entered my life and helped awaken something in me -- I feel that I've been pushed along by your presence ever since. You inspire me to keep growing stronger...
[His cheeks are still flushed, perhaps so warm that Tsurugi can feel it against his skin from their closeness, but Shindou doesn't feel shy about it as he leans in again, closing the distance between their lips for a third time.]
You've helped light the path at my feet for all this time. With you here I'm not afraid of getting lost, anymore. I love you, Kyousuke.
[Tsurugi Kyousuke was lucky they'd already taken to lying on Shindou's bed. Because with every touch of their lips, every breath Shindou took that he could feel against his cheek, every rise and fall of his chest that he could feel against his own...he could sense the numbness of his legs. How they seemed to become jelly whenever Shindou spoke of him so tenderly, so lovingly.
It's funny, when he'd originally woken Shindou's fighting spirit, it wasn't with the intention to make him stronger. Tsurugi was gentle at heart, but at that point in time, he'd had to play a much different role. He'd originally intended to break Shindou down until the pieces couldn't be recognized. Maybe he'd underestimated the strength of the boy at the time, but now...it was all too obvious just by looking at him that his strength was something that shown brighter with each passing day.
God's Baton was not misgiven. He truly was meant to guide others with his own strength.
Their lips connect once more, and Tsurugi's own lean forward to meet them eagerly. It lingers a few moments, but just quick enough for it to be chaste and fleeting, as Shindou speaks again.
The words he loved hearing the most, and the ones that grip his heart so tightly that he feels it could burst. With a nuzzle into the top of Shindou's head, he pulls him closer once more, inhaling deeper than he'd thought his lungs could handle, exhaling and closing his eyes with the most satisfying sigh.]
[This close, he can hear the air enter and leave Tsurugi's lungs. Faintly, he can hear Tsurugi's heart beating. His soft voice, his warm embrace, those words of love -- once again, Shindou wonders if it's all right for one person to feel so much happiness. He'd always been surrounded by people who loved him, and for that he was so grateful, but right now, with this one person, he feels an amount of joy he had never felt before in his life.
To be able to stay like this with him, forever, would be such a wonderful thing.
His eyes drift closed as well, sleepiness catching hold of him again. He snuggles into Tsurugi's chest, sighing when every breath brings with it Tsurugi's smell. This was his favorite place to be.]
Tomorrow, [he says, his voice already a little slurred from the sleepiness trying to take hold of him. Feeling so safe in Tsurugi's arms, it was hard to fight the call of sleep now.] Tomorrow, when we go to the shrine with the others, I'd like to hold your hand.
[It's hard to stay awake now, feeling their body heat start to envelope them, blanketed between the soft bed underneath and the sheets. His eyes don't open, preferring to just listen to Shindou's movements, his soft little hums as he situates himself against his chest, feeling his ear press against it and listening to him breathe. He can't remember feeling this light, this free.
Not since he was a child, at least. And this was something he never wanted to let go of.
Shindou's request goes without saying, naturally. He'd certainly accompany him throughout the whole day at the shrine. His hand moves, glossing over Shindou's back tenderly, his fingers brushing along his shirt and to his shoulder, down his arm...
All the way until he finds that hand, peeling it away from his torso gently and putting it in his own. His soft skin was like silk between his fingers, as he threads his own inbetween the spaces Shindou's makes, lacing them together.
Pulling it up gently, his lips press to Shindou's fingertips, eyes still closed and breath still warm.]
[Tsurugi's fingers, dryer and cooler than his own, already answer to his request and take his hand. With his eyes closed he relies on just touch and sound to follow his motions, shivering slightly at the hand that brushes over his back and arm, smiling when he feels the warmth of his boyfriend's breath and lips.
His own fingers curl -- interlacing, weaving together -- as he lets out a laugh like a giggle, nodding happily at Tsurugi's declaration.]
Me neither.
[Tomorrow, they'll leave this room together and meet up with the others. They'll hold hands. They could -- they would tell their friends, and he's sure they'll accept and even celebrate for them that their relationship had come this far. Most of them probably know already -- not much gets past Kirino, at least.
He loves Tsurugi Kyousuke, and this year, he thinks he wants the world to know.]
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These words, the voice he speaks it in, the strong arms that wrap around and hold him in place. Just like this, Tsurugi held him together. A part of him felt ashamed. Embarrassed. As the elder, he should be the one to support him. He should be the one to help Tsurugi, to assure him that he could be here. Shindou was fortunate enough to always have belonged at Raimon. Tsurugi had to struggle, to give up belonging anywhere for such a long time, and it was Tenma's warm smile and voice that had moved all their hearts.
That's right. It was he who needed to support Tsurugi. After passing the role of captain onto Tenma, didn't that give him the ability to focus on another individual more? It was something he could never have afforded if he still wore that red band around his arm... yet here he was, letting Tsurugi's kindness spoil him, weak, unreliable.
Whatever they say about me, I don't care. Why did he have to make Tsurugi bear with something this all over again? But letting him go wasn't even an option they could bear with.]
Thank you. Thank you, Tsurugi, for falling in love with someone like me.
[He lets out a soft sigh, then breathes in. With the last of his remaining energy, he pulls away just enough to tilt his head back, craning his neck to bring his face closer to Tsurugi's, seeking his lips in a soft but lingering kiss.]
Me, too. For the first time in a long time, there's something I truly don't want to let go of. I hope... I hope you don't think you'd have to fight alone.
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It was because of God's Baton, Shindou himself that they could win Holy Road.
The kiss lasts as long as his breath can hold itself, putting every ounce of affection into it before lifting up, only giving himself an inch between them as they curl together between the blankets. His voice tickles Shindou's ear as he speaks, it's low tone almost too soft to catch.]
You've never been one to stand down once you believe in something. Not since I showed up in your life.
[It was true, the moment Tsurugi appeared, he'd awakened the Maestro in the boy, and (unintentionally at the time) his fighting spirit. A choice when, looking back on it, was probably one of the only positive things to come out of his behaviour back then. How much longer would Shindou have continued to play a soccer so lifeless?]
This year, starting today, we'll be by each others sides.
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He'd listened to the music of many masters over the years, classic and contemporary, domestic and foreign. He'd listened to almost every genre that his family or teacher introduced him to, then some more on his own as he grew older. Yet, more than any of those men and woman, more than any of their greatest pieces in history, he finds this to be the most beautiful. The sound of Tsurugi Kyousuke's voice as it murmurs words only for him... his favorite melody.]
You're right. I didn't know what to do, until that day, but you entered my life and helped awaken something in me -- I feel that I've been pushed along by your presence ever since. You inspire me to keep growing stronger...
[His cheeks are still flushed, perhaps so warm that Tsurugi can feel it against his skin from their closeness, but Shindou doesn't feel shy about it as he leans in again, closing the distance between their lips for a third time.]
You've helped light the path at my feet for all this time. With you here I'm not afraid of getting lost, anymore. I love you, Kyousuke.
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It's funny, when he'd originally woken Shindou's fighting spirit, it wasn't with the intention to make him stronger. Tsurugi was gentle at heart, but at that point in time, he'd had to play a much different role. He'd originally intended to break Shindou down until the pieces couldn't be recognized. Maybe he'd underestimated the strength of the boy at the time, but now...it was all too obvious just by looking at him that his strength was something that shown brighter with each passing day.
God's Baton was not misgiven. He truly was meant to guide others with his own strength.
Their lips connect once more, and Tsurugi's own lean forward to meet them eagerly. It lingers a few moments, but just quick enough for it to be chaste and fleeting, as Shindou speaks again.
The words he loved hearing the most, and the ones that grip his heart so tightly that he feels it could burst. With a nuzzle into the top of Shindou's head, he pulls him closer once more, inhaling deeper than he'd thought his lungs could handle, exhaling and closing his eyes with the most satisfying sigh.]
I love you too, Takuto.
I love you, too.
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To be able to stay like this with him, forever, would be such a wonderful thing.
His eyes drift closed as well, sleepiness catching hold of him again. He snuggles into Tsurugi's chest, sighing when every breath brings with it Tsurugi's smell. This was his favorite place to be.]
Tomorrow, [he says, his voice already a little slurred from the sleepiness trying to take hold of him. Feeling so safe in Tsurugi's arms, it was hard to fight the call of sleep now.] Tomorrow, when we go to the shrine with the others, I'd like to hold your hand.
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Not since he was a child, at least. And this was something he never wanted to let go of.
Shindou's request goes without saying, naturally. He'd certainly accompany him throughout the whole day at the shrine. His hand moves, glossing over Shindou's back tenderly, his fingers brushing along his shirt and to his shoulder, down his arm...
All the way until he finds that hand, peeling it away from his torso gently and putting it in his own. His soft skin was like silk between his fingers, as he threads his own inbetween the spaces Shindou's makes, lacing them together.
Pulling it up gently, his lips press to Shindou's fingertips, eyes still closed and breath still warm.]
I won't let go.
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His own fingers curl -- interlacing, weaving together -- as he lets out a laugh like a giggle, nodding happily at Tsurugi's declaration.]
Me neither.
[Tomorrow, they'll leave this room together and meet up with the others. They'll hold hands. They could -- they would tell their friends, and he's sure they'll accept and even celebrate for them that their relationship had come this far. Most of them probably know already -- not much gets past Kirino, at least.
He loves Tsurugi Kyousuke, and this year, he thinks he wants the world to know.]