#strawberrymoon

[Yakumo・ Common Route Prologue]

As I hurried home, trying not to be swallowed by the crowd, I regretted the sudden drinking party I hadn’t been able to refuse. I’d wanted to leave early today.

…It’s always like this. I smile along with everyone, pretending to enjoy it, even though a part of me keeps whispering that it wouldn’t matter if I weren’t there at all. Somewhere along the way, I must have abandoned my own will far behind me.

After a few halfhearted drinks, a talkative coworker mentioned that tonight the strawberry moon would be clearly visible.

The sky, huh…

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even looked up. I’d been so busy just trying to live that I hadn’t noticed anything around me.

“I want to go home…” The words melted into the noise of the city before they reached anyone’s ears.

But where, exactly? Lately, I keep feeling a vague pull toward somewhere far away. Not my parents’ house, not my apartment. Somewhere much farther…somewhere I’m meant to return to.

…Maybe it’s just work stress.

Someone bumped my shoulder as they passed, and when I lifted my gaze— a red moon loomed above, staining the sky with an ominous glow.

So that’s the strawberry moon…? I vaguely remembered that June’s full moon looks red because of the atmosphere— or something like that.

But for some reason, tonight it looked unsettling, like the moon during a lunar eclipse, sinking into Earth’s shadow.

YOU:“…What—”

When I lowered my eyes, an uncanny sight appeared. A man with long, flowing hair—so beautiful he looked almost like a doll— was quietly staring up at the crimson moon.

He should have stood out, and yet people passed by without so much as a glance, as if the world were moving around him while he alone was left untouched.

I stopped in my tracks.

The moon’s red light spilled over his pale hair, so eerily beautiful it nearly made me forget to breathe.

A strange tension coiled in my chest— the prickling sense that I was seeing something I shouldn’t. A chill crept down my spine, and the bag in my hand suddenly felt unbearably heavy.

Slowly, he turned toward me.

His eyes—red like the moon. A gaze so quiet and commanding it made me want to look away, yet something in me refused to.

YAKUMO:“…It’s suffocating.” He muttered the words as if spitting them out. A low, smooth voice with a cold edge. It should’ve been swallowed by the city noise, yet somehow, I was the only one who heard it.

YAKUMO:“This place is suffocating. That’s what I said.”

His tone pressed against me, as if urging me to agree.

I couldn’t answer. He continued.

YAKUMO:“…Butterflies are foolish. Without guidance, they lose the way home. Stay too long in a place you’re not meant to be, and you’ll only destroy yourself.”

His red eyes narrowed, as if seeing straight through me.

YAKUMO:“You understand, don’t you?”

Then he extended his hand.slowly, deliberately.

YAKUMO:“—Then take my hand.”

続きから日本語とちょっとした制作小話です！↓

these melancholic summer nights

with bugs chirping at midnight

as my company

because the moon is hiding

from my loneliness

but i miss it

looking right at me

and still

I'm thinking about you all day

every waking moment

you haunt my daylight

wondering what are you doing this hour?

do you feel it too?

even though I barely know the real you

but I feel like I do

and I never met you

but I feel like I did

and I know

I'm able to say

that

I waited for you

all my life

with these parasocial illusions

that I fall asleep to

in them

I wake beneath

to your beautiful blues shining on me

and thinking

for the first time

I didn't wake up - wanting to die

but it's not real

I know

and I don't want help

I dont want to heal

I want you

in any form I can

because all I have is this

and nothing else

still -

nothing

is still more

• Danced with the Moonlight •

Guys

Guys

Guys

I'm cooking in fucking cooking

(art by erraticpuise on twitter)

THE SHIP NAME EVEN FITS MORE BECAUSE HE CAN USE MOON MAGIC!! WITCH CRAFT!!! WAITTTTTTT

Decides he doesn't like the fact that cookies are eaten especially if they're given sentience, so he promises to prove to the other witches that they deserve life and to not be eaten like other regular treats!

I AM SO COOKING BECAUSE HE CAN SHAPE SHIFT WHICH HELPS MY PROBLEM OF HAVING BPD AND NOT BEING ABLE TO DECIDE ON ONE THING

GUYS

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