a promise, made

“Oh, is that the cute game I’ve been hearing the students talk about lately~? How nice! Aah, but I don’t have the, um, device... how about we be friends in real life instead? You can tell me all about your “crossing” if you want!”

@shugapuramu:

A warm breeze brushes against Shuu’s cheek, the sweet smell of wheat and millet that he knows so well carried by the wind and greeting him pleasantly as he slowly awakens.

He’s… lying down somewhere, that much is for certain, most likely outside if the chill that makes him shiver is anything to go by. The familiar pressure of his scarf against his chest is a comforting one, and Shuu finds himself sighing pleasantly at the various sensations. He feels like a child again, lying in the field behind the orphanage with the rest of the children, Nageki’s hand in his own…

His nostalgia is cut short by the sudden feeling of something poking him on the cheek, eyebrows furrowing as his lashes flutter open slowly. What-?

“Kazu…aki…?” The quail’s face is haloed by slowly-setting sunlight, hair dyed in gold and making him even more ethereal than Shuu remembered him being. Hit by so much nostalgia at once is almost too much for the professor, tears beginning to well up in purple eyes behind his glasses. “You’re here…”

    “ Yes, it’s me…! ” He did not notice it immediately, instead fawning internally over the peacefulness and beauty of this scenario. But then his lips gaped slightly at the realization that Shuu began tearing up. Shuu isn’t incapable of crying, but it still was a little shocking to see an image like this so vividly.

    “ …Huh? What’s wrong…? ”

    The red scarf felt completely irrelevant and out of Kazuaki’s vision up until now. It’s not an accessory he’s ever seen Shuu wear, but he thought… maybe his dream is mixing up the two boyfriends he’s had and has. It’s a bit of an uncanny mixture… although Kazuaki only frowned slightly. His hand softly cupped the other’s cheek, placing the other on Shuu’s chest, and scarf.

    “ I-If you’re gonna cry, it’ll make me cry too… ”

“I-I know,” Shuu gasps, sitting up suddenly in the grass to rub at his face beneath his glasses, trying to get rid of the tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry...”

He’s always done his best to keep from crying in front of the other thanks to Kazuaki’s weak nature. Even during the times when he’d stay over at his friend and neighbour’s apartment, waking up in the middle of the night with fear gripping his heart and tears threatening to overflow from the memory of so much fire that plagued his dreams- he had kept it all within, because he knew if he cried then so would the quail. One of them had to be strong, right?

He stares at you blankly, like he’s got no idea what you’re talking about.