#jugoya

A thin crescent moon 🌙 is seen at night these days. It takes about a week until “Jugoya” or “Otsukimi” which mean full-moon festival at September/October in Japan.

  holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚ㅤ───ㅤsomething as romantic as a red thread around their fingers, or as damning as a cold jailer's chain around their necks, he doesn't know just yet. whatever it is, it's not unlike the cuffs keeping izana's hands bound together as he's pushed forward by the warden tasked with showing him the cell he's to regard as his home for the next two years.

the weak little servants the haitani brothers made for themselves as soon as they were locked up in this place for murder had been quick to bring him the news: a new guy has been brought in and has already started causing a ruckus around juvie, as if he had come to siege a castle instead of it having captured him.

even without a name, ran had known who it was. they were connected by fate, after all.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤwow! if it isn't rock boy!ㅤ’ㅤ

no amount of training would ever help takemichi prepare for this type of situation. customers were willing to give a little leeway if their order wasn't exactly as they ordered if it could be fixed with an apology discount or an extra serving of chicken nuggets to satisfy their hunger, but it's always been an unspoken rule that fries are sacred and should not be messed with. they could get away with saying the ice cream machine is broken but here, in this miserable fast food restaurant they work at, fries are as vital as water is to human beings, and takemichi wants izana to be like his brother and say an amused "just kidding!" that would have them both laughing, one with relief and the other at him.

it does not seem to be the case. takemichi does not know izana to joke around like that ( not with him, at least ) , and he most certainly does not know how to handle being left alone          but it was a necessary evil, and between the two of them, the only one with any knowledge of machines was the one whose older brother fixed bikes for a living.

takemichi almost reaches out to grab his sleeve and plead him to stop, to not leave him alone. he can feel the stares on his back becoming more impatient by the second, and soon he would have become ashes if looks could kill          but he must be strong for the both of them. he nods at his coworker and rolls up his sleeves, too.

Jugoya (Tsukimi/Mid Autumn Festival) Matsus feat. Todomatsu Jyushimatsu and a Tanuki

𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬: some end in a single zero on the center of a yen coin, others in six on a signed cheque, and others in an iniquitous exchange of mundane trinkets. a kidney for a pack of gum, one time, and a still-beating heart for a pricier bottle of alcohol, the next.

nothing izana asks of him would make ran's hands any dirtier than the rokusei community already did. would he be disappointed to find that he would not be the one to break ran? that the orders he'll follow from him were not too different than the ones from those executives? that ran had killed his last boss, and would not hesitate to do the same to his current one, if their paths diverged and his power became more threat than conditional allyship?

izana kurokawa could tame the s-62 generation into being his obedient little bloodhounds, but he would never chain ran haitani down.

the truth is this: ran would walk through fire for him, stop the rain for himㅤ───ㅤbut he will not kill himself for him. he could give izana the world, if he asked for it. he would kneel down before him and pledge his loyalty, playing at pious knights to a merciful king who would not misuse their service. he could help izana pretend the gold around him was born from his regal touch instead of ran's blood money, but ran would not compromise his sense of self to fit into what izana believes to be the perfect little subject. it's the one price he refuses to pay.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤyou're the boss now, izana... or should i start calling you captain now? you know you can say the word and i'll get the job done no problem.ㅤ’ㅤㅤwhat he does not say lays evident in the sly curve of his lips, the coy glance he gives from beneath dark lashesㅤ───ㅤand that is the game they've agreed to play, isn't it? ran will sit there, pretty and amenable, and execute the orders given to him with eerie precision and careful perfection, but they both know he could find a way out if he truly tried looking for it. the whims that keep him here now could see him gone the next day, regardless of consequences, and all izana had over him to stop it was his own strength and rindou's safety in bargain.ㅤ

( maybe then izana would be the one to find out how much a haitani's life is worth. )