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“Will you stay with me, even as I tear open the sky?”
Teru Hanazawa, the previous cocky gang leader of Black Vinegar Middle School, is surprisingly pleasant to be around.
Shigeo Kageyama knows this. He’s in his presence right now, after all.
Teru’s eyes light up like stars in the sky when he gets excited, and it makes Shigeo feel something that he can’t describe no matter how hard he tries.
The blonde boy is telling an extremely fascinating story right now, though, so he shoves it down his throat and forgets about it for the remainder of the day.
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“Will you be by my side, even as the world crumbles beneath my fingertips?”
Time flies by fast when you’re in love, Reigen once said.
Shigeo only acknowledges the gravity of his words once he starts hanging out properly with Teru.
It’s both surreal and almost disappointing how quickly nights with Teru go.
The first hello seems only seconds away after the final goodbye is said, he notices.
He tries going to his master for advice on what to do with the ever-blooming feeling of wanting to see Teru that’s growing in his heart, but he’s just met with a knowing smile and an ambiguous, “You’ll see.”
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“Will you be waiting for me, after I ruin cities and level forests?”
He’s lost inside navy blue eyes, engulfed in the warmth of his sunlit psychic energy.
He knows that his phone is ringing, the vibrations tickling his skin, likely signifying the 6th text from Ritsu or Reigen.
However, he can’t bring himself to care as the melodic laugh of the boy beside him carries him away into bliss.
Electricity hums under his skin when their fingers touch for just a second longer than the last.
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“Will you hold my hand, even as I burst open brightly lit stars and create colorful supernovas?”
Hot blush burns across his face, his hand ecstatic with pleasant heat as it melts into the warmth of a familiar hand.
He doesn’t know how he walks straight, not when a boy made of stars and galaxies walks calmly besides him.
The Earth vibrates under their feet, purple-pink-blue mixing with yellow-turquoise-green.
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“Will you catch me in the end, even when I hold the universe in my hands?”
His voice is shaky, quiet, timid.
His entire figure jitters like he’s deadly cold, contrary to the bright pink heat staining his face.
Stutters interrupt his words, already hard to hear because of their volume.
Somehow, though, he gets them out.
“I like you, Hanazawa-kun. I want to be with you. Forever.”
Silence is his answer.
Silence fills his head.
Silence feeds his dread more and more.
Silence, Shigeo decides, isn’t something he likes. Not at all.
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“I’d love you so, even when the planet finally cracks at your touch.”
It’s breathless, desperate, but oh so full of love.
“I love you too, Kageyama-kun. I really do.”
They stare at each other, maybe catching their breath though they haven’t ran a single inch.
All Shigeo can feel is lovelovelove and it’s overwhelming, so much, too much, but it feels amazing.
He isn’t sure when it happens, but the distance is suddenly so much smaller.
So close that he can practically feel the warmth of the other.
And then it happens.
It’s nothing like what Reigen has told him over steaming hot ramen, nothing like the Shoujo manga Ritsu hides under his bed, nothing like the wild stories Shou comes home announcing to the world.
It’s new and weird but it’s perfect and he can’t ask for anything else.
His fingers may be able to destroy the very ground he stands on, break apart the nonexistent material of the sky, but all of that power means nothing once he sees Teruki.
It’s so cheesy, he’s sure Tome or Mezato will make fun of him for it, but he can’t bring himself to care.
Flower petals circle around them, and his hair slightly floats as he feels the explosion of emotion let loose inside of him.
100% Love
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