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Pride 2026 – “June of fluffy Feverwhump”

Holding hands

“Don’t apologise…”

He would fix it, he would fix everything. All he needed to do was bring Kosuke out of there, even if the path behind them had collapsed, shutting the way down. The roof of the ancient building had given up long ago and allowed them to see patches of blue sky above; Kei was far from being the best climber in the area, but would be able to do it with perseverance.

“I’ll get you out of here.”

“You don’t look too good yourself, Hiwatari-san.”

He didn’t want to hear that from someone who had to rest on his back while pain perspired on his entire body, yet futilely tried to conceal it under a weak reassuring smile. Kosuke’s chest even struggled to let air in, fighting against broken ribs: a fool could have seen that the situation was critical, a demon would not have had the heart to abandon him there.

“Give me some time…” Kei responded.

However, darkness immediately overwhelmed his struggling mind and the words resonated, useless, haunting, as he sank. Unable to get a hold of the situation, he floated in half-consciousness for an undetermined period of time.

                                       He would fix it.

                  He would never let Kosuke die. Nev    e  r  .

When Kei’s eyes opened again, pressure crushed him down in the surrounding stillness. Even if the shoulder that supported him had stopped hurting, an underlying, subtle sensation of discomfort came and went through his heavy, unmovable limbs. He tried to bend his fingers and realised Kosuke held them – the man’s eyes shot open when he felt the movement.

“You’re awake…”

They shared the pain, unable to get up, an unfortunate matching pair of wounded puppets. Dust and dirt turned Kosuke’s face grey in several spots Kei didn’t have the strength to reach at and clean; he attempted to raise his hand, but his arm refused to obey, didn’t even manage to contract the muscles…

He knew his body and its resilient ability to mend itself: given enough time to rest, the artwork always lived, the living body always healed; he was basically immortal thanks to the perfect, symbiotic balance of Elm Root and the flesh that contained it. The actual question in this situation was whether Kosuke could afford to wait this long…

“I’ll get you out of here,” he reassured. There was always a way out, and their abilities combined c…

His head started spinning, forcing him to shut his eyes again.

Kosuke’s thumb caressed his hand, slow, soothing, and he allowed the pleasant sensation to spread up his arm, chase the soreness away. When he looked at him again, the man grinned, worry permeating his features.

In a ridiculous truth Kei felt stupid even thinking about, their hands fit each other perfectly: he loved Kosuke’s firmness, his steady gestures that only a distracted mind that thought about a million things per minute turned clumsy, he loved when they grew timid, uncertain, hesitant, and relaxed only when Kei became the one in charge. He adored their scars, the new marks gathered every day from his research, whether from ink or brushing against so much paper.

He loved that he could hold them, and that they held him back with equal intensity, that they understood him so well despite not knowing who – what he was. That he could be there, resting on the floor without a solution, and that they said this was fine, he understood, they were together. If Kei decided to save himself, Kosuke would always forgive, would gently squeeze his fingers before being left behind, which was beautifully terrifying.

          “I’ll get you out of here…”

                 He would find a way. They would find a way.

If only his body agreed to respond… After many months of soothing indulgence with this man, if he truly loved him and wanted him to safely escape from this place, Kei really couldn’t afford to be weak… Just a few minutes and strength would return to his body. It had to.

Happy Birthday

August 27

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