3 Works by sunbleachedx
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Maru pushes himself off of him, and falls on his back next to him. Tsurugi's vision blurs, the world dissolving, until it's just the two of them. Laying on the ground like open wounds.
“Shut up, Maru. Don’t make me regret not killing you.”
“As if you could have,” Maru says. His face turned to the stars above. And for a moment Tsurugi wonders what Maru is looking for every time he looks up into the vast darkness of the night sky irritated with stars.
Tsurugi exhales. “You—You still haven’t realised it, have you?”
Maru turns to face him. A confused look on his face. The way the stars reach down to sparkle in his eyes, to lighten the dark shadows that have come to settle into his hair, makes Tsurugi’s heart flutter against his chest. He doesn’t look away. Not now, not ever.
“I might not be able to take you out in a fight,” there is a pause in his words, as if it could make the gravity of what he is about to say less frightening. “But I could have slit your throat the second you passed out.”
“Then why haven’t you?”
or Whether you come as a lover or an executioner, I am ready to receive you.
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and nothing hurts like you do by sunbleachedx
Fandoms: 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Manga), 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Anime)
28 Sep 2025
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There’s something about winters in Tokyo that turns his solitude into a wound—and he wonders if twisting memory’s knife deeper could make his heart weep with love instead of sorrow. Then, the air fills his lungs, and he realises he’s too cold to know what he doesn’t have without him.
or an au in which Hikaru doesn't die on the mountain until years later, Yoshiki has already been studying in Tokyo for years, and they have fallen out of contact
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a stab wound and two kisses by sunbleachedx
Fandoms: 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Manga), 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Anime)
21 Sep 2025
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Yoshiki can barely make out the deep red hollow of Hikaru’s voice as it falls heavy against his bare neck and sticks to his skin. It feels empty, yet starved—a hunger scraping at the edges of desperation. Yoshiki can feel that hunger as it stains his fingers, as it bleeds into his skin. He lets it consume him. Don’t let go.
or Is it truly so monstrous to want?