Cimi

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The sky was streaked with gold and lavender as the sun began its slow ascent, casting its warmth over the endless horizon. The ocean whispered against the shore, and gulls called faintly in the distance. For a moment, it was as though the world stood still, holding its breath.

They sat together on the damp sand, fingers intertwined. “Thank you..for bringing me here” she spoke. Her voice soft. Delicate. Almost fragile.

He turned to her, his gaze lingering on the way the morning light caught in her hair, turning the silver strands to gold. "I would take you anywhere," he murmured. "Everywhere, if I could."

She smiled, small but knowing. "I know."

The waves lapped gently at the shore, rhythmic and endless, much like the time he had come to know—stretching beyond him. Beyond her. 

He swallowed hard, tightening his fingers around hers. "Does it hurt?" he asked, though he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer.

She hesitated, then shook her head. "Not anymore."

A lie. A kindness. He knew the truth, but he let her have it. 

“It’s strange isn’t it? How something so final could be this beautiful..”

He nodded, though the ache in his chest made it hard to breathe. "Beautiful," he echoed, though the word felt hollow. 

She tilted her head toward him, studying him the way she always did. "You'll remember this, won't you?"  

"Every moment," he promised. "Every word. Every breath."  

The sun crept higher, illuminating the delicate wrinkles around her eyes. He had watched kingdoms fall, stars collapse, and oceans rise, but nothing had ever prepared him for this.  

"I wish I could follow you," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.  

She shook her head; laughing lightly. “Not yet. Not for a long time."  

The words should have brought comfort, but they didn’t.  

"Promise me," she continued “Promise me you'll watch the sun rise and think of me. And when you see the stars, you'll remember how I loved them."  

"I promise," he choked, though the weight of it threatened to crush him.  

She smiled once more, leaning into him. He held her close, savoring the steady rhythm of her breath. They stayed like that as the sky shifted from gold to blue, the waves tracing endless patterns along the shore.  

And when her breathing grew shallow, when the warmth of her hand began to fade, he did not let her go.  

Not yet.  

Ras learns about the LGTBQ

𐙚A/N: be-ee’s once in a blue moon Thoma Fic. This has been rotting in drafts…🧍‍♀️

What very few people in the Kamisato household knew was that Thoma rarely ever slept. No, instead, he stood up, closed his eyes for around thirteen minutes, and called that a power nap. It was a miracle he functioned at all. But no one ever questioned it—how could they? Thoma was a force akin to the sun, always bright, always warm, always moving.  

That was, until Y/n noticed the subtle dark circles under his eyes.  

She watched as he moved through the estate with his usual energy, flashing easy smiles and handling every task thrown his way. But there was something off—something almost invisible if she wasn’t paying attention. The way his shoulders tensed ever so slightly, the way his movements weren’t quite as effortless as usual. And most of all, the tiredness in his eyes, hidden behind layers of practiced cheerfulness.  

"Thoma," Y/n called gently, stepping into his path just as he was about to rush past her.  

He paused, tilting his head. "Yeah?"  

She folded her arms. "When's the last time you took a break?"  

Thoma blinked, clearly not expecting the question. Then, as if on instinct, he smiled. "Oh, don't worry about me. I'm good!"  

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "That's not an answer."  

He let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "There's just a lot to do, you know? I’ll rest later—"  

"How about now?" she interrupted, her voice warm but firm. Before he could protest, she gently took his wrist and led him toward a quiet sitting area.  

Thoma hesitated, but something about the way she looked at him—soft yet unwavering—made him relent. With a sigh, he sat down, leaning back slightly against the cushions.  

Y/n disappeared for a moment and returned with a pillow, setting it beside him before sitting down herself. "Lie down," she murmured, patting the spot next to her. "I used to do this for my siblings when they couldn’t sleep."  

Thoma blinked at her, lips parting slightly. "Do what?"  

Instead of answering, Y/n waited for him to settle before reaching out, fingers threading carefully through his golden hair. Her touch was light, soothing, massaging small, slow circles against his scalp.  

Thoma stiffened at first, caught off guard by the tenderness of it. But then—gradually—his body relaxed, the exhaustion he had been pushing down finally catching up to him.  

"See?" Y/n murmured, still combing her fingers through his hair. "Nothing wrong with resting every once in a while."  

A quiet hum filled the space between them. It took Thoma a moment to realize it was Y/n, her voice soft and lulling as she hummed a tune he didn’t recognize. Something warm settled in his chest, a feeling so unfamiliar yet so comforting he didn’t have the energy to resist it.