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He was getting dressed impossibly quickly. His phone, tossed anywhere; he had let it fall when he read the message, “Takuto” followed by, “come”. He just takes two minutes to change his clothes and calls him when he’s leaving his house.
“Where?”
“Our spot”—His voice sounds muffled. And hoarse, from crying.
“Be there in a minute”—And hangs up, he doesn’t have any time to loose. Just like said, he was there in exactly fifty six seconds. He had run like never before, but it was for something, someone, important.
He sees his boyfriend’s silhouette on the floor, sitting, knees propped up to his chest and face buried between them. He’s wearing baggy clothes, many sizes bigger. Takuto has an idea of what’s happening.
He gets closer, carefully but making some noise, making clear that he’s there, so he doesn’t startle the other. He sits down next to him, trying to catch his breath after running so much.
“Ranmaru…”—He calls him, placing a hand on his shoulder. The mentioned one raises his head. It’s not the first time Takuto sees him like that, but it always breaks his heart. Wet cheeks because of the tears, swollen, red eyes, nose, also red, lower lip quivering and messy hair.
“Wanna talk about it?”—He shakes his head.
Takuto knows what he has to do. He opens his arms and not even a second passes till Ranmaru jumps into them. They stay like that for a while; Takuto rubbing his back, whispering comforting words from time to time, and Ranmaru crying his eyes out. After almost an hour like that it seems that Ranmaru has calmed down a bit. He raises his head. Takuto receives him with a warm smile.
“Wanna talk abot it?”—Ranmaru nods, but he’s having a hard time to find the right words. Takuto already had an idea, so he tries to help him.
“Dysphoria?”—Another nod. “Anything specific?” This time Ranmaru looks away. That gives Takuto a bad feeling, but he stays quiet until the other one is ready to talk about it.
“Some boys…”—Takuto frowns.
“Did they hurt you?”—He cuts him off. Ranmaru puts a hand on his boyfriend’s arm to calm him down and shakes his head. Takuto lets out a quick “sorry” for interrumping him.
“They picked on my hair… they said that it doesn’t matter how much I try, I’ll always be a girl… that everyone can tell…--A lump starts forming in Ranmaru’s throat and his eyes are starting to burn, tears threatening with coming out again. But a small smile forms on his lips when he hears Takuto mumbling “jerks…” annoyed. “I… I know that at this point it shouldn’t affect me so much but… still… hurts…”
“Ranmaru”
“Hm?”
“It’s only normal to feel like that, it’s not your fault, they said that knowing it was going to hurt you… Don’t blame yourself, you have every right to feel like this”
“… thanks…”—Takuto tucks some of Ranmaru’s hair that was covering his face behind his ear, and his hand stays caressing his cheek. He looks at him in the eyes, he could stay like that for hours, just lost in those blue eyes. Ranmaru’s voice pulls him back to reality.
“Is there something on my face?”—He is smiling, amused by Takuto’s behaviour.
“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?”—His boyfriend lets out a chuckle.
“Quite a lot of times, actually”
“I mean, how couldn’t I? Ranmaru, you’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever met”
Ranmaru rests his forehead on Takuto’s shoulder.
“One of these days you’re gonna kill me”—He raises his head again, blushing. He holds his boyfriend’s face with both of his hands. “How can you say stuff like that so easily?”
Now it’s Takuto’s turn to chuckle.
“I can cause it’s true”
“You’re shameless”—Takuto has a devilish grin on his face, he’s plotting something. He looks at him for a few seconds before speaking again.
“Such beautiful eyes…”
“Shut up”
“Make me”
“Gladly”—Ranmaru quickly closes the small space between the two of them, pressing their lips together.