[ choso must be strong; yuji deserved nothing less than choso’s best efforts, so he can only give, give, give. selfishly, earnestly, in the only way he knows how.
so he holds yuji tight, an arm secure around his shoulders while the other curls up so he may run his bigger fingers through pink hair, carding it in one turn before smoothing it the next. choso, he doesn’t realise he’s doing it when he begins to rock in place, a steady back-and-forth in time with the thrum of his pulse, the measured pull of his breathing. ]
I will always listen. I will always be here to.
[ he doesn’t need a ring to convey the love he already feels, welling up and pouring over the edges of him. it’s in the press of his mouth to the top of yuji’s head, it’s in the quiet of his voice when he whispers, ]
no subject
so he holds yuji tight, an arm secure around his shoulders while the other curls up so he may run his bigger fingers through pink hair, carding it in one turn before smoothing it the next. choso, he doesn’t realise he’s doing it when he begins to rock in place, a steady back-and-forth in time with the thrum of his pulse, the measured pull of his breathing. ]
I will always listen. I will always be here to.
[ he doesn’t need a ring to convey the love he already feels, welling up and pouring over the edges of him. it’s in the press of his mouth to the top of yuji’s head, it’s in the quiet of his voice when he whispers, ]
I promise.