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the empty sekai was empty.
well, at least it lived up to its name.
the only ones in the sekai were mizuki and ena. they were against one of the black triangles that were all around the sekai, mizuki brushing ena’s hair.
“ena, your hair is incredibly soft…and healthy.”
“hm? oh yeah, that’s the reason i cut my hair short, so it could be healthier,” ena tried to hide the blush on her cheeks.
“you had long hair before?!” mizuki gasped.
“…you thought i was born with short hair?”
mizuki felt suddenly embarrassed, looking away with a flustered expression. “well, y-yeah.”
“have you always been this dumb?”
“h-hey! that’s a mean thing to say to someone as cute and soft as me~!” mizuki exclaimed, resting a hand on their heart.
“keep telling yourself that.”
“meanie!!!”
ena giggled, leaning back into her partner. she’s got to admit, she fell in love with mizuki calling themself cute. she thought it was…well cute. and thought how confident they were…if only. mizuki suddenly put the brush on the floor and wrapped their arms around ena, leaning into the triangle behind them. “care to tell me why you cut your hair? if you’re comfortable of course!”
“um,” the artist looked off to the side. “i’m only telling you i cut my hair at a young age, possibly before akito was born.”
“you’re not gonna tell me anything else?”
“no! cause you’ll definitely embarrass me and shit!”
“ena, look at me.”
woah, their tone was severe. mizuki doesn’t joke around with possibly sensitive topics like this. reluctantly, ena turned her head, only to get attacked by kisses from mizuki. “h-heyyy!!”
“ena! i am offended you would think of me as someone who would laugh about sensitive topics like that~!” their tone was playful, but also very sincere. they wanted to tell ena that they were being serious.
“okay okay! cut it out!!” she tried to push them away but they were too strong. so eventually she just started to pull them closer.
“e-ena…?”
silence. “…i-i’m only doing this because you’re too strong and i can’t push you away! okay?!” ena huffed. mizuki let out a breathy chuckle. suddenly ena had a feeling in her chest that she wanted to protect that laugh forever and ever. she wants to hear mizuki smile and laugh until the day they die. she doesn’t want to see them cry, even if they’re tears of happiness.
“hah, sure.”
mizuki pulled ena closer to their body. they held onto her tightly, like they didn’t want to let go. they wouldn’t let go, and even if she wants to leave, they wouldn’t.
or, they just couldn’t.