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Asogi is warm.
He feels like spring, Ryuunosuke thought. The laughter that always rang beautifully in the air, like how the birds greeted the warm spring air that is filled with colors; the touches that always left tracks of heartbeat frozen in time, getting alive and deafening once Ryuunosuke trailed back Asogi’s fingers, lingering and tickling his skin; his words, full of confidence spilling everlastingly from his mouth, echoing and reverberating inside his heart as he kept those like an oath to follow for the rest of his life.
Ryuunosuke also etched the details of Asogi’s eyes in his mind: grey, yet burning with red, full of slivering passion and determination; grey and clouded as he kept his heart closed shut tightly, navigating through the neverending thunderstorm.
Ryuunosuke’s eyes caught the end of Asogi’s hachimaki fluttering softly in the wind.
Asogi is warm. Ryuunosuke is always swept away by Asogi’s warmth, which seeps deep into his bones —and he is always reminded of new beginnings with Asogi.
The first time he felt his chest roared the moment he saw Asogi. The first time he felt an electric buzz through his body as his shoulder touched Asogi’s. The first time he caught his heartbeat errating as his lips met with the cup that had previously touched Asogi’s lips. The first time he stopped in the middle of the street at night, with the moonlight reflecting on Asogi’s cape warmly, was the moment he first realized–
Oh.
I am in love with Asogi.
Asogi is warm. Ryuunosuke put away the thought that swam inside his heart and matched the pace of the young man whose back always stood tall, unswerving with doubt.
Asogi is warm.
Ryuunosuke’s hands brushed Asogi’s.
And Ryuunosuke welcomed the spring together with him.