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沈むよ雨の月曜日に沈む
外の雨にさえきづかない
Katsuki didn’t always hate the rain. Mitsuki remembers when he was younger he loved to splash in puddles, dressed in his bright yellow rain jacket. When she didn’t allow him, she remembers how she’d cheer him up with All Mights latest battle recording. She remembered the way she would hold him tight against her, rocking him to sleep while humming him a song. Only loosening her grip to lay him down.
She remembers the one of the times she had played with him in the rain. They had been in their backyard chasing each other when they felt drops of rain on their heads. She remembers laughing when one ended up on Katsuki’s nose. She remembers how fast Katsuki’s spikes had flattened down and his annoyed pout and grumbles about the “stupid rain”.
She remembers when his pout turned into a gummy smile face brightening when he had realized her spikes had also flattened down and how similar they were. He loved that he looked just like her and she did too. They had played a little longer until Masaru had come out and called them in, worrying about them getting sick.
She remembers how hot Katsuki felt against her while fighting his fever. She remembers the guilt of letting him get too wet but didn’t regret playing with him in the rain. She remembers his hot tears against her cool chest as he cried about how much he hates the rain. She had snorted in the moment knowing that he would be the first to jump in puddles the next time it would rain. Yet she held him close humming him a song to calm him down and put him to sleep praying for his quick recovery. Soft hands pushing through his blonde hair, messaging his scalp, before tracing his face that looked so much like her. She held him even tighter, wishing for a moment to keep him close forever.
Now as she holds him in her arms, she wished she had never let him go. Wished that she had kept him closer as if that would have somehow prevented this. Maybe if she had fought harder against the idea of him being a hero instead of cheering him on. She knew he would shine brightly as the sun but she didn’t know he would become a supernova. She holds his body trying to warm him up, just like she did all those years ago. To no avail, and she cries. He always did hate the cold. Her hands caress his face just like they did when he was little. Except this time his eyes wouldn’t peek open, lips shut with laughter fighting to escape, his rosy cheeks filled with air. This time they would remain closed and she would trace new scars carefully avoiding his injuries to bring him no more pain. Even if he wouldn’t feel it anymore. Her hands rougher than they were years ago, run through his bloody dirt-caked hair. Trying to find a path in the tangled mess. Despite it all he still looks just like her.
Everyone knows that Mitsuki and Katsuki were loud. They fought and screamed and even laughed loudly. However, at that moment Mitsuki was silent. She always was when she held her son, rocking him to sleep, and she would be now. Praying for his eternal peace. Her throat was closed shut with a knot but she managed to hum out a song to accompany his journey one last time in the rain.
窓硝子越しの移ろう雲
君と過ごした日々の終わり