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“It’s fine,” Hokuto answers simply, watching the egg whites begin to solidify around the yolk. “A little sore.”
Subaru has the vague idea that their names are actually pretty funny, because the morning star doesn’t wake up until nine and the night hawk goes to bed at ten-thirty. But hey, at least they had the constellations going for them, he thinks as he rubs little circles into the reddened skin on Hokuto’s hip, wondering if maybe they should’ve just gone straight to bed last night.
On second thought, no, he doesn’t regret it at all.
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He let himself sit in the darkness for a couple of minutes before fishing blindly for his phone, wincing at the brightness of the screen and flicking the slider down to its lowest setting. 6:27 stared back at him, and he remembered that he’d told his mother he’d settle for a frozen meal tonight so that she could get some rest.
He wasn’t hungry.
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“They got married,” Izumi answered slowly, pointedly, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “Weren’t you listening, Yuu~kun?”
He hadn’t been. Makoto had been staring off into space; counting the flowers on the dress of the pretty woman at the altar; picking at the shiny buttons on his blazer that made him feel hot and stiff. The adults had prattled on for what felt like hours before the priest closed his big book and the man and the woman on the altar kissed each other and everyone in the room erupted into applause. He’d glanced over to make sure Izumi was clapping as well before mimicking it himself, even though he’d thought that the priest’s story was boring and he didn’t understand why everyone had liked it so much.
“Uh-huh,” he had lied, knowing that Izumi could tell.
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A Little Sena Izumi. That one had been his favorite.
He remembered the open notebooks scattered about the surface of the desk around him as he hunched over the score, letting his eyelids flutter as he willed his thoughts into poetry and his poetry into music.
A Little Sena Izumi. A song about the little things.
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“—I miss them,” Makoto whimpers, choked, and the tears are coming before he can stop them. “So much.”
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