@fingerfiend asked: “the moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it, megumi?”
(unprompted?)
they sat next to each other, under the stars and the silver moon, shoulder to shoulder. well, at least, yuji was kind of leaning against him more than anything. he'd originally been rather invested in the idea of sitting out in the cool night air, letting the chill seep in just enough to calm his nerves. anxiety still plagued him in the small hours of the night, making rest rather uneasy and hard to find.
and yet he still found his mind wandering, even now. even as yuji spoke he couldn't clear his mind. not of the person he found his eyes lingering a little too long on. that he was consistently afraid would disappear when he'd awake in the morning. seeing the rise and fall of the other's chest was the only thing keeping the paranoia from surmounting his thoughts in this moment. but even through the anxiety, he couldn't help staring at yuji anyways.
" yeah. " his response had taken a moment, and it certainly wasn't about the moon.














