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Hirugami has held your hand lots of times. When you're sad, when he's sad, when you're happy, when he's happy. The one time when you nearly tripped on your face. The other time he grabbed it out of instinct when he heard a loud noise. When you were mad at the world and wanted to scream. When he broke down in front of you because he failed his exams. The moment you realized you were going to get your dream job. The moment he finally graduated. And sometimes, just because. So there was nothing special about holding your hand. Nothing special or out of the ordinary.

But there was something special about being able to feel that cool piece of metal on your finger, the ring that symbolized your eternal bond to each other, something so special he almost wanted to cry.

hi my name is ellie and i'm soft

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Oppa? Oppa.

can i pleeeease get hirugami sachirō, angst prompt #7 with she/her pronouns? 🤍

And the love I fought to feel was always free?

What if all the things I've done, yeah

Were just attempts at earning love?

stupid deep- jon bellion

tw mental health/illness

“Sachi? Where are you?”

The apartment is silent save for the muffled sound of traffic and your heartbeat thudding heavily in your chest. It’s just so uncharacteristic for Sachi to not meet you at the door with a kiss, but even more so for no music or laughter to be ringing out as a melodic welcome home before you can even see him. You hadn't heard from him in a few hours even though you sent him a few messages. 

You found him curled up in the dark on his bed. You find him there every once in a while but he explains away the overwhelming darkness on a nasty headache and you leave to get him rest. But today you see his puffy eyes rimmed red but devoid of feeling. 

The concern you feel at seeing someone who brings light to a room with his mere presence reduced to a husk of himself rushed through your body. Despite wanting to run to his side, you take soft steps and coo out his name softly, not wanting to scare of jolt him out of his dazed state. 

Even by the time you get to his side he still hasn’t moved, his eyes don’t react when you say his name into his ear, he doesn’t lean into the warmth of your hand even though his cheek is ice cold. “Hey Sachi, I’m here. I love you. Can you look at me?

One. Two. Three. Four. fiv-

His head shifts ever so slightly so his eyes are now looking up at yours but that's the only change. “What can I do to help baby? You got a migraine?” You knew that wasn’t the answer but you also didn’t want to push him while he’s in such a fragile state.

“Breathing is easy when you know what to do.”

“What do you mean?”

“Being happy is easy when you know happiness.”

Your eyebrow quirks not following his train. You can see pain flash through his eyes at the statement that sends you reeling, voice raspy from crying earlier, “For me, laying in the darkness is easy, comforting even, when darkness is all I really know.”