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Warm nights. Ranmaru wonders how that drunken man beside him is doing.
The stars shone brightly. He loved and hated the nights.
Back when he was the god Suzaku, flying through the night like a phoenix was wonderful; all humans would come out to admire the radiant, magnificent godly bird.
How did he end up as a youkai now?
He doesn’t complain… he really doesn’t. He just has to smile. He carries a darkness within him.
“Acchan…” he whispers as he approaches Douman, who is lying on the ground curled up in a fetal position.
An idea crosses his mind.
There’s a mischievous smile too.
Maybe I…
“Douman.” He speaks slowly. His heart races… His cheeks flush. Then, suddenly, he stands up and grabs a beer.
I'm too drunk... He mocked himself. His eyes darkened sadly as he looked up at the sky. If only I... were more honest. Acchan, I love you...
“Idiot…” Douman thinks as he opens his eyes, hearing Ranmaru drink every sip.
Who gave him permission to sound that adorable…? And to say my n-name…
Not that I care… but if he leaves, I’ll kill him.
He closes his eyes again. Still drunk.
With that thought, he turns over, reaches out clumsily, and pulls Ranmaru down beside him, making him fall softly to the ground.
Without saying a word, he wraps his arms around him and holds him, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Hey... Hey, hehehe. Acchan wants a hug.."Ranmaru hummed mockingly as he looked at the beer can on the floor.
What a waste of drink.
The only witnesses of their mutual, secret love are the stars.