a pixellated purgatory

秘密のトワレ (Himitsu no Toilette)

[ q grins and wraps their arms around yuu’s shoulders. they seem really eager, almost too eager. but… their hands were shaking, for some reason. there felt like there was a ball of anxiety festering in their chest. maybe… they just really needed to hold onto someone they felt was really real. ]

…sorry. i know… the last time we talked, i was a real jerk to you. and… i didn’t mean it. i tried really hard not to say all those mean things to you. …so… yeah. i’m sorry, yuu.

it’s okay. it wasn’t you talking, it was the fever… so i didn’t hold it against you. i don’t think i could ever stay upset at you for very long.

[ he hugs them a little tighter. he.. doesn’t want to let go. tears of relief are welling in his eyes, threatening to spill over. yuu’s heartbeat quickens, pounding in his chest, and his shoulders begin to shake. he presses his face against the fabric of q’s shirt. ]

…

that’s funny… i feel the same way.

[ they pause for a moment. then, without a second thought, they lean their face into yuu’s hair. whenever they spoke next, it was accompanied by drawings– little swirls on yuu’s shoulders and upper back. q didn't know if he could feel them through his shirt, but they tried anyways. ]

no…! it wouldn’t be weird. gimme a hug!!

… okay. um. ..

[ he pauses. it’s been… way too long since he last hugged someone. slowly, almost cautiously, he slips his arms around q’s waist, bringing himself closer to them. ] [ at first, yuu seems… stiff, and awkward. but he relaxes, giving in to the warmth and comfort. ]

[ q grins and wraps their arms around yuu’s shoulders. they seem really eager, almost too eager. but... their hands were shaking, for some reason. there felt like there was a ball of anxiety festering in their chest. maybe... they just really needed to hold onto someone they felt was really real. ]