> He cannot promise pacifism if anyone were to ever try and use Satoru’s one tenderness as a weapon against him.
Oh, this line hits hard. I love how in love they are here! The contrast to canon makes everything sharper, almost bittersweet. The way they hold onto each other with a desperation that feels like an echo of their canon selves. And the mentions of all of it feeling dreamlike.
> Butteflies on a warpath through his ribs.
I did not know I was reading poetry 💙 This fic feels so... ephemeral, maybe? Like a dream, or a memory I can barely hold onto - I can't really explain it, but I love the effect. Thank you for writing and sharing this gem!
No, no, definitely not reading poetry but you saying that gave me serious butterflies too, since I mostly stick to prose these days! I'm so glad you loved the premise of this. I was really just looking for an excuse to put them in an AU where the only thing that separated were their paths, not them from each other.
Thank you so much for all your love and appreciation! I wish you an absolutely beautiful day! 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
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