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As the curtains rose, the scene of a crumbling building started to play, replacing the bright view of the stage Eichi once stood on.
In the strange illusion, both the audience, and Yuzuru and Tori disappeared without a trace. Before he knew it, even the lively music he’d grown to love stopped, soon replaced by the sound of cackling fire.
Eichi slowly felt his body overheat as the smoke seeped into his lungs. His body grew weak.
It was a strange, unfamiliar sensation, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. He felt satisfied. Satisfied of how much he accomplished, satisfied by how far he’s gone.
Looking up from the floor, a clear view of Wataru still remained… He overshadowed every other detail made up in Eichi’s mind in that moment because he was real. Hibiki Wataru was real, ‘human’, and standing right in front of him. The beautiful idol Eichi once considered as a superior being, a God, now held out his hand, vowing to stay by his side.
It had been over two years since the end of war, but the idea of Wataru truly being ‘his’ still felt surreal.
On cue, the two walk up to each other in rhythmic fashion as Eichi gently takes his hand, their steps forming into a waltz.
As the two twirled around, hand in hand, face to face, he noticed Wataru’s eyes sparkling in a way like never before.
If the world ended right there and then, Eichi would die, lost in his eyes, feeling the gentle warmth of Wataru’s hand in his.
Eichi would die happy.
He had dreamt of dancing with Wataru like this since he was young.
Now… It didn’t matter who they were preforming for, all Eichi wanted was for his pure, untainted love to be turned into an elegant dance and gifted to the man he considered his other half.
And at the look on Wataru’s face… He felt exactly how passionate the love Eichi fought to deliver truly was.
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