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One thousand cranes.
Shinso told himself he needed a thousand cranes to land this stupid, stupid boy.
It was no small feat, but Shinso found himself devoted to the pursuit. With every fervent fold, every drip of ruby from his paper-kissed fingers, he found himself growing more obsessed with electric yellow eyes and goldenrod hair. He’d made hundreds in his endeavor, no doubt, but not one thousand. A wish was the only way; he was sure.
So, still, he folded; Shinso pumped out crane after crane like a trained machine.
After all, how could he express his love, if not through devotion?