011. pinkie promise ( kureno ♡ )
▉▊▋❤. ( soft. accepting. )
It’s not nervousness that has him holding back – if there’s any hesitation between Ritsu holding out his pinkie and explaining what it means ( a pinkie promise, he calls it ) it feels like it’s only a matter of waiting through the time it takes Kureno to process – to listen to what the gesture is, what it means, and internalize that.
But the moment he does, a quiet and gentle smile flickers at his lips, pulling his mouth up at the corner and with one careful motion, he reaches over, fingers brushing before they interlock, a simple and perfect fit. Something like laughter but sourceless and entirely kind flutters in the back of his throat, glitters in his eyes.
❛ Ah – okay, Riichan. It’s a promise. ❜ He’s too young to understand the idea of the weight a promise holds, even one made in the transiency of childhood. Or, perhaps especially in that case. But when Ritsu smiles, warm and bright and real, Kureno only really cares about the sight of that happiness.
( he hasn’t forgotten that memory over the years, but it has been stored away to make room for immediate matters the older he gets and it’s not until they are so, so much older – both freed, both living in this strange and new world, that Ritsu offers his pinkie and Kureno’s breath catches in his throat.
❛ you – ❜ he pauses, caught on so many different things he might say, you remembered, I remembered, I can’t believe I’d almost forgotten. but none of them feel right – the words are unwieldy in his mouth and he knows without really deciding on it what he has to do instead.
so after a moment’s stuttering pause, Kureno – in one careful motion – reaches out and curls his pinkie against Ritsu’s.
❛ right. it’s a promise. ❜ )
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