( ... why is he so irritated over it? seriously. quit being so pathetic.
it's not that important, but the uneasiness stirs like small flowers bursting to feed beneath his flesh, the longer they just stand there. something outside of his reach, that he wasn't a part of? that was just life for the living. he won't be there for every new experience. was it wrong to want, though? that pink-haired augmented, out there in the vastness beyond karteria, in that empty, rundown house—her words resonate deep within him.
takasugi opts for the most straightforward solution to his inner conflict here: a bright smile. )
He did a fine job, then! No scabbing or infections that I can see. It looks good on you. But it always has, right?
( an arm around rinne, clapping on his shoulder lightly as he drives them down the street. )
I thought it might be a fun experiment to try and do it myself, but I haven't found the time for it yet. Now that I've had a good look at yours, I suppose I ought to bring someone along for the ride just in case I mess it up. Damaging these adorable ears of mine wouldn't go over well with the fans, and I’d rather not have Patho-Gen have to fix them up, either.
[ Hehe. Rinne ducks his head as he smiles to himself, keeping his eyes on his Syntrofos to hide the color on his cheeks. So it does look good on him.
Not that Rinne cares what anyone in this world thinks. But if the coolest guy on this planet has always thought so, then surely his brother, with his fondness for accessories like these, would also agree. He has to look good in case Patho-Gen decides to pull that boy in. Not that Rinne cares who ends up in this world, though.
Not all of Patho-Gen has their best interest at heart. Takasugi is right not to trust them. But getting his ears pierced alone? Alone? ]
I thought I was the only one you trusted, though? [ The words drip with smug satisfaction. He still can't believe Takasugi said that. The only one? Really? ] I did Niki's and Choso-chan's up next, but I can pencil you in before him since ya trust me so much♪
[ Is there a notes or calendar app on this thing... Rinne swipes around and starts typing it in there: shacho ear 2pm tom ]
also, the mention of that incredibly intimate detail... yeah. he did say that and mean it, still fond of the memory of the taste of both drinks on his tongue from that night. looking back on it, it's a good thing he didn't drink anything heavier and say something more revealing. hmm. yeah. good thing. )
Ah. Well. You are. On an incredibly personal level, where no one else would understand that—
( he almost stutters, thumping a closed fist on his chest to remind himself this is a lighthearted affair. )
But, piercing your ears is a pretty common-place thing nowadays, isn't it? Still, ... if you want to be the one that punctures me, I wouldn't mind even if it hurts. Probably. Maybe.
( because it hurts, right? it's going to hurt. an injury in battle was one thing, but the skin of these ears was so thin. )
[Rinne sputters and ducks his head again. Scolding Takasugi means acknowledging the heat creeping up Rinne's face and the memory that comes with it. Why did he have to say it like that? Is that how he wants to reward Rinne? By hurting himself? … This is Rinne's fault. He didn't need to lord that one detail over him. What would it have done, anyway? Takasugi doesn't know shame. He has always been upfront about what he wanted. Rinne is just happy he can finally see someone's affection so clearly.
But the seed has been planted. Rinne will need to say something soon—to distract himself, if no one else.]
Is that right? [He deletes the appointment.] My baby brother can lie better than that, Prez. You gotta try harder!
[Be gentle. Be interesting. Anything to keep this man alive. The costume shop should be along this road… As Rinne avoids Takasugi’s gaze, he searches for the signage.]
I guess I could hold your hand while you do it, though? I wanna hear ya squeal like a pig when it happens. Kyahaha!
[Oh, there it is. Rinne grabs Takasugi by the wrist and pulls him inside. Rows upon rows of dresses, suits, and hats greet them as the bell above the door announces their arrival. A papier-mache mask looms over the counter.]
Here we are, Prez. Costumers like these let ya rent by the week. I was thinkin' we could get something made too, but money's tight. Our Natural Souls already make us stand out, yeah? We just gotta look like idols.
( but before he can yap on in protest, the scenery changes.
a blue-white shop with costumes by the dozens, and the smell of patent leather shoes and white clean gloves. he's never encountered so many suits and garments all in one place. the neatness is overshadowed by a sense of excess, with everything piled on shelves and smaller wooden tables that were meant for decorative displays, not scissors and sewing rulers. the most important thing, though, is how nice it is to be inside. he's getting sick of how relentless the heat is.
successfully sidetracked, takasugi's tail swishes against his own leg, hinting at his excitement. by now, he's already wrenched himself free from rinne's grip to take an inquisitive look at an assortment of jackets hanging in a row, nodding his head lightly at the explanation. )
Money may be tight, but we shouldn't let that stop us. If it comes to it, I'm sure I could haggl... err, offer my services to get ourselves a fine discount. Or at least propose that we'll be advertising this shop for free. It's the least we can do. That said, there's a hell of a lot here that doesn't stick out, huh?
( when takasugi turns around next, he presses a well-loved motorcycle jacket against rinne's chest.
the worn leather is smooth as his clawed fingertips hold it carefully. he goes as far as to angle the sheepskin collar against rinne's neck, clearly pleased with how it’s lining up. )
How about it? Should we change the aim of our group and become bad boys instead?
[The pressure is sudden, but not unwelcome. Where others who didn't understand barely even tried, it's good that Takasugi's taking this seriously. Rinne's tail sways side to side as he answers with a grin:]
Who says we can't be both? Hell, that was my whole concept before we got here. [He takes the leather jacket from Takasugi, careful not to let their fingers touch. He doesn't wear the jacket, no. Instead, he holds it up to the man's neck too, admiring how nicely it must hang from his lean frame.] A wild and crazy idol who doesn't give a fuck about what anyone else thinks, having the most fun he's ever had on stage, always here to make things interesting...
[Everything that a certain someone is, effortlessly.
He shoves the jacket back into Takasugi's arms.]
Put that on. I wanna see something.
[Is he ordering his boss around? Well, yes. Is there a problem?]
( takasugi might take offense some other time, when the stakes are higher. but right now, they're just beasts trying on human clothing, engaging in an endeavor that was necessary for their group's success. he spots a staff member behind rinne in another aisle, taking note of the way they're skittishly sorting through the same hangers over and over. most around here were more curious than cautious, at least.
back to the matter at hand, though: rinne in his element, and the jacket thrust his way. )
I'm fine with playing your dress-up doll for the afternoon, as long as it's fun, but the sleeves of my own jacket and kimono are a little too delicate to go shoving them haphazardly inside every garment.
( he lets an arm hang, the fabric of his usual get-up draping out like the wing of a bird. )
At least help me tuck them in, or find me a room to change in. Unless you'd rather have me undress right here? I already enjoy my fair share of stares every day for how I dress.
[ Rinne catches himself and looks away before he becomes part of that statistic. Can't Takasugi do that on his own? If he knows enough about modern society to be able to take robots apart, then surely he should be able to intuit where the fitting room in a costume shop is. Then again, his clothes do look difficult to take off. A monarch like Rinne knows all too well that he would need to accompany him either way.
Rinne wets his lip and tries not to click his tongue. It doesn't help that someone else is here. Just when he thought he could relax...
Huh? Since when did he ever feel like he could relax around Takasugi anyway?
I ain't lettin' ya commit a crime on top of all the other ones they haven't gotten on the record. And I ain't lettin' ya ruin a perfectly nice kimono!
[ What to do... He glances around for someone who can help them. When he spots the staff member behind him, he gives Takasugi's shoulder a small squeeze. ]
C'mon, follow me. [ Wearing his best sleazy smile, he slinks off to approach them. ] 'Sup, girl? Listen, I—
[ They startle and point to an area at the back. "T-the fitting rooms are over there!"
Oh, okay. Thank God they were listening, then. Well, it's not that hard to guess what a man with a jacket needed in the first place. Rinne shrugs and leads the way to the fitting rooms, the rows of wigs and costume racks along the path almost claustrophobic. ]
You know, I've already got an idol costume myself. Had it ever since I got here. You remember the one I wore at the welcome ceremony, right? Don't recall wearing it before then, though... [ The timeline implications of all this are very clear to him, but— ] Well, whatever. If we're gonna make a big splash with 3kon, now ain't the time for half-baked ideas. When we go in, we go all in.
[ The fitting room is tucked away at the very back of the shop, partitioned into three narrow sections, each veiled by floor-length curtains. But instead of leading Takasugi in like a good subordinate, Rinne grins. ]
CEOs first!
[ He shoves his boss into the furthest booth, following closely behind. ]
( honestly, this kicked off in a classic takasugi fashion, or at least that's how he saw it—putting rinne on the spot, to embarrass him for a little leeway. because of course he can dress himself. it wasn't until the very end that things got difficult, where he insisted on folding everything neatly and looking after himself, driven by stubbornness, despite what his mistress and literally everyone ever wanted. it was a boring time, watching his pride slip away with the seasons and all.
only this time it didn't work, and his face almost crashes with the wall with how cramped this room is. he stops himself with a hand flat against wood, and then turns—
to face amagi rinne.
it's not as if they hadn't been this close before. he's literally embraced the guy in his very own bed, a thing takasugi clearly can't do anymore, or at least isn't allowed to, he feels at this point, with the way he enjoyed every minute of the way rinne spoke his heart out in that alarming drunk confession. but it's the way he draws his gaze to rinne's lips to search for the mistakes he's made on them, and the way he takes note again of how his lashes fall that hit him with the realization of just how attracted he is to him now. which, all things considered, is pretty inconvenient for a game of dress-up.
takasugi stands inflexible, back to the wall. but perish the thought of him being skittish or anything. he’s the boss, after all. he’s got this under control. and he's been too easy on rinne, when you really think about it. )
Did they wipe a portion of your memory or something? Patho-Gen. That wouldn't really make much sense, given they want us as helpful as we can be, and... mmh. Here. It's easier like this.
( turning back around, that is, to have his back facing rinne.
it actually is a little difficult to bunch up the folds of his kimono carefully enough to slide into something, but takasugi leans his right shoulder against the opposite wall of the fitting room for more space, red strands of hair mussed up behind him as he holds out a half-bent arm covered in black and waits to be fit. )
I'm starting to think whatever we decide on should have fewer layers.
[ Rinne gulps. Rinne didn't think the room would be this small. No, he knew, but he didn't think he'd face the consequences so soon.
The lights do nothing but touch Takasugi's face like they would the kind of statue people would worship or otherwise think the devil with how it distracts from whatever dull duty they have to society. Or perhaps they make him think of a bodhisattva, the fire in his eyes and the blush of his smile proof of his benevolence and divine immortality. But Rinne was aware of neither of these concepts before he left his village. The devil wasn't anything to be feared, and saints were nothing that could save him. If he had to be reminded of anything from home, he supposes that would be family.
Takasugi’s hair is lighter than the Amagi clan’s deep red, but when he turns around, he remembers his mother's back, stray strands of hair swirling against the fair marble column of her neck. If he had stayed in the city a second longer, perhaps he would have gotten to see his brother standing the same way. He's almost about this tall now, the image of him in his robes still strong in his mind— ]
It's not gonna fit. Take it off.
[ The jacket hangs on the lone hook on the wall, waiting for its turn as Rinne slowly tugs on Takasugi's kimono and tries to rid himself of the memories that made him drag his feet and hesitate. If Patho-Gen wanted Rinne to be more efficient, they would have wiped it all. It wouldn't have worked, though. Even if he forgot all about the brother he abandoned, he would still be fascinated by the way Takasugi’s black kimono cascades down his warrior's arms and slips off one shoulder. He's slimmer than he imagined. Given Takasugi's condition, it shouldn't surprise him, it's just… he didn't think the man he's been leaning on would be this delicate.
Rinne's breath is hot on the nape of Takasugi's neck. He knows he should say something, but he can smell Takasugi’s sweat, and it's taking all his power not to say something stupid in the heat of the moment.
What were they talking about? Right, the costumes. ]
Yeah, less layers is good. [ He helps Takasugi gently pull his arm out of one sleeve. ] I don't think they wiped my memories, though. The last thing I really remember is…
[ Crying. A knife once in his hand. Niki comforting him after he lets go of everything he held dear.
Rinne moves before Takasugi, too, slips from his grasp—an arm locked around Takasugi's waist, his face buried into the bare skin of Takasugi's neck. ]
( it tickles his skin and, even more importantly, pulls at his heartstrings—that familiar face pressing into him where he can't see, holding tight to his waistline like rinne's trying to fill a space that wasn't his to take. like he's searching for a constant to grab onto. only takasugi's right here, being as obedient as he said he would as he tries to mold this world with his hands and his blood, again, and again, and—
they've made it well past spring, and into the breathless summer, and while this world might not be perfect, which one ever was? the earth has gone blank elsewhere, and humanity has always been inviting their own end through their greed. still, as rinne trails off not for the first time, takasugi considers all that he's shared. his lack of education, and his struggling first moments as an idol in a land so foreign. the first time he saw the ocean, the innocence of his younger brother, and the grief he felt at such a young age.
never giving up hope for something more.
but is there something more harrowing than all that? takasugi might turn, to look at rinne and see if the light's gone out in his heart, but he can't. he's wedged as is, lithe frame trapped in wait and in the delicate handling of rinne, whose claws press neat against the fabric hugging his midriff. rinne's frame has always been a bit broader, and his hands a bit rougher, but it's only now that takasugi feels it proper in how he handles him like he might break. the back of his neck betrays him, flushing red.
but rather than critiquing as he usually does, takasugi gently places a palm over the one holding him. he nudges his head back over his shoulder slightly, catching some of rinne's darker hair with his own. )
... No. It's fine if you can't share. Whatever feels off right now, I’m sure it'll slot back into place eventually. History will continue moving forward whether anyone likes it or not, but remember you don't have to carry the weight of that time alone. And I said I'd make this mundane world fun for you, didn't I? So nevermind Patho-Gen and their aims right now. That's on me for bringing it up.
( even takasugi's dumbfounded by what he's doing, looking after someone so devotedly. he wasn't the sort of person to do this, he thought. there were times with kusaka, of course, when he had lost everything dear and had no one but takasugi to hold in the face of everything buried and gone. but maybe there's some truth to elysia's words—that a memory must be what anchored him to this world, and maybe rinne himself is what wished for a kaleidoscope of an existence like himself to appear.
and there isn't ink enough in this world to describe the quiet fondness in his voice when he considers that truth. )
The last thing I remember, [ he interrupts, right before Takasugi can finish his sentence, ] is choosing to go home.
[ Rinne presses his words into the man's skin, enough for him to hear the crack in his voice and the way it crumbles in the face of a bitter reality. ]
After everything I taught him, my brother still begged me to come home. The brat came down the mountains, said he'd take me back. He wanted me to succeed our father...
[ Drops of the truth rolls down Takasugi's neck as Rinne scrambles to find the words for it. It isn't fair that Takasugi gives his life to someone who hasn't offered his own in return. Even worse is the way Rinne holds him close like he even deserves this. But at least Takasugi is here of his own volition. Neither friend nor family, but a chance meeting entirely by fate—nothing as binding as blood or birthright.
That's why he can let Takasugi touch him now. That's why he can let him carry a part of this shame. ]
No one thought he could do it. That's the only reason he went after me.
I mean... If someone left you, it's natural that you'd resent him, right?
[ Wait, stop. This was supposed to be a nice and fun shopping trip. He doesn't actually want to hear Takasugi's answer. He's nervous, he's afraid, and he's not meeting his expectations again, so... he starts to loosen his grip on Takasugi's waist. History will continue moving forward. His brother will continue to be without him, and they were only here to fit a jacket, anyway. ]
Sorry. Whenever I talk to you, I get so boring.
Edited (making the references clearer) Date: 2025-06-29 06:52 pm (UTC)
( wash it away. don't dig up those thoughts, shinsaku.
so much stays fugitive on the inside—the memory of his exultant smile and punishing fist. the carnage, the sight of his head in their arms. the whole lot of his useless students tripping over themselves for what they were going to do next. he wants to bite down, but the smell of blood is inconvenient. he wants to curl up, and be miserable at the momentary reminder of it all, but he's done enough of that.
rinne etching his story onto takasugi's skin, though? that's a song he's never heard before. that's someone who needs him. that's right. make this interesting.
so, while this is about him, it isn't about him. it doesn't need to be. )
If someone left me, I'd chase them down, resentment be damned. How do they get off, ditching someone as extraordinary as myself? Not on my watch. But I can't exactly speak for how your darling little brother felt, even if I'd be open to forgiving them as long as they had a solid explanation for me. And if they promised not to have fun without me again. Naturally.
( he pulls back on rinne's palm, lifting it to spin around and face him once more in one hilariously acrobatic motion. he holds rinne's arm up, attempting to gently guide him closer to the curtain behind them. )
But let's cut to the chase and get dressed. I can put it on myself now.
[Rinne smirks. If Takasugi wants to swear his undying loyalty to him, fine. If that's what he wants. But this? This is more interesting.
While Takasugi might be older, Rinne is taller. Stronger. He let Takasugi have his way with him all spring, but the man is no longer the carefree breeze he once was, is he? So he can take it when Rinne, with his mind now sound and clear, grabs him by the hand and finally pushes back.]
Ahh? We're not done talking, though?
[Because when Takasugi talks, Rinne thinks he sees something familiar shining through the cracks. Takasugi isn't his brother, so he can't give him all his answers, but when Rinne asks a question, he gets it right every time.
So Rinne laces their fingers together and pins that hand to the wall, hard. Give him more.]
I'm here telling you about how I gotta keep leaving my cute little brother behind, and now you're here all "me, me, me" like I fuckin' asked. Kyaha! But I guess I did ask, didn't I? Since I'm still in the business of stripping you down, why don't we get a little wild with it, huh?
[Rinne pulls the other kimono sleeve down with a sharp tug. Let him see it all. In his culture, no one is allowed to show skin to one another unless they're related, but as much as Takasugi denies it, to Rinne, he's already—]
You keep talkin' about making things fun for me, but your clingy ass doesn't run away from me like that 'til I touch a nerve. Spill.
Edited (just making this clear...) Date: 2025-06-30 05:43 am (UTC)
Is this why you're always pinning me? Because you're so pent-up?
( he chokes it out, his defense, weak against the desire that sears beneath his skin at having their fingers intertwined.
takasugi tries to make it sound like a warning, but it falls flat when so exposed.
revel in it, then—in his slender shoulders covered in black, clinging neatly against the cool of the wood. in the top that hugs the contour of his chest muscles so tightly, rising and falling with each tense breath. the hair on his neck prickles, but it's not entirely uncomfortable, and that's the issue. being handled like this is exciting, but it's running concurrent with his building upset, goosebumps spreading across his nape for how he much he does and doesn't want to bolt.
instead of baring fangs, takasugi tilts his head away, stubborn. )
You may have left him behind again, but don't kid yourself; he's probably searching for you right now, isn't he? For the way you talk about him all the time, he's just as stubborn as either of us. And you're lucky, to have that. Before I could return to his side, Shouin-sensei, he—
( it's pitiful, this story. why're they talking about this again? he glances at the jacket, abandoned, and then wrenches his eyes shut. against his will, red fur spreads from under the fabric of his collar and up the sides of his neck, crawling like a weed. )
But what good is taking it out on you going to do? Any resentment I carry is going nowhere.
[ Rinne’s breath catches as the corruption crawls up Takasugi’s skin. Once, not long after they first met, Rinne watched his broad back with yearning. The slope of Takasugi’s neck, the careless loop of his hair—so like the women of Rinne’s village, who tied their braids high before gutting deer and skinning hares. Back then, Rinne dreamed of pressing his face into the naked warmth of his nape, breathing him in until sleep came.
Now, he imagines biting down. He wants to press his tongue against the flesh, to draw both heat and the salty flavor of skin into his mouth. When Rinne sees the Natural Soul encroaching upon his territory, he snarls, shoving Takasugi’s hand against the wall as if that will stop it. ]
Don’t let it win.
[ Rinne’s touch finds Takasugi’s waist again, sharp claws and rough fingers tracing the muscles he had forged in his teacher’s name. They brush against the tight hem of his top, right below his chest, and a stray thought about some stupid brat worms its way in again. He grits his teeth and shakes it out. He doesn’t need his filthy desires now. Takasugi will sooner lose himself if he lets these feelings fester. He doesn’t need control. He needs somebody. ]
Just give it to me. All your resentment, all your hate—I deserve it anyway. You’ll finally be doing something that makes sense!
[ More than Takasugi’s devotion. More than Takasugi’s kindness. Resentment—that feels like a logical reaction to Rinne Amagi. A monarch should be able to understand the hearts of men. When Takasugi acts according to his human nature, Rinne can’t help but smile. ]
You just want your dear sensei to give you a fucking medal, right? ‘Cause you’re such a good boy.
[ Since Takasugi is a good boy, Rinne will throw him a bone: ]
You don’t need that.
[ Rinne seizes Takasugi’s wrist to press the back of his hand over Takasugi's own lips. Then he closes his eyes, draws a breath in, and on his palm, gives Takasugi a hard, claiming kiss. ]
it's true that he doesn't need the accolades, however nice they would be to hear. what he wants is out of reach and not even worth speaking, upsetting to the point of being absurd. to voice it out-loud would be clearing the fog that obscures his boundaries. to make it a reality would be revealing the furthest depths of his regret. and as much as he's already placed the burden of trust on him, how could he add to amagi-kun’s burden with what led him to burn it all down with his conviction?
that might be the root of takasugi shinsaku, so tender, but it isn't the root of a heroic spirit.
his blood boils in vexation. his bone structure threatens to shift. he matches rinne's forceful grip with that of his own, as if ready to snap that hand back to his wrist.
but before he can snarl back, the words sitting on his tongue, there are lips to his face, or lips to the front of his hand. takasugi freezes. )
( freezes, and inevitably breaks at the sight of rinne giving it his best effort.
what is he even doing? no one's ever done this to him before.
it sparks something in him nonetheless; the warmth of the kiss that flows through his hand, almost like he's trying to reach takasugi's vulnerability and devour it. his anger dissipates, the corruption that isn't gentle on them in any way stalling for how the encroaching fur settles. there's no way he can stay angry in a situation like this, the leftover ache in his chest just a thing that comes and goes inevitably.
playfully, he presses his own audible little kiss into the other side of his hand, though not as forcefully. )
Is this supposed to be chaste? I bet people back in your world are always telling you how cute you are. And if they aren't, they better start.
( it's all a little muffled by the hand stuck to his face, but he's smiling. don't worry about it. )
I thought you said you weren't going to kiss it better.
[Now it's Rinne's turn to freeze. After all his efforts to get Takasugi to open up, Takasugi is... making fun of him? Red-hot embarrassment floods his face before he can stop it. Ahhhh! Noooo! Don't kiss back like that! He was just trying to make their shopping trip fun, sexy and clean!]
Shut up! [He pulls the hand on his face away, but not the one on the wall.] I was taking pity on you. Faking all those smiles 'cause you can't get kisses... You're worse than Niki!
Edited (keeping track is hard) Date: 2025-06-30 04:37 pm (UTC)
You're not just anyone's idol, Amagi-kun. You're mine. The affection you carve out of the hollow of me is genuine.
( he clenches tight to the hand now trapped in his. )
And that's exactly why, ... I can't let you carry all this leftover spite. I never told you about the timeline I was in before this, did I? Where I wasn't always a "good boy", taking the lives of all the men who stood in the way of my reform. Men who were supposed to live on into the new age. Unless you can explain why I should, I’m not interested. And don’t say it’s just because I have faith in you.
Takasugi's amazing. A monarch like Rinne was never supposed to reveal the depths of his emotions. One word should be enough. Actions should speak for themselves. It's his first time meeting a man who can express his love this freely. The men from his country aren't always like that, but Takasugi tends to be an outlier. Is it because Rinne told him his feelings first? Oh, no. That was Rinne's first mistake — he spoiled Takasugi far too much. But when Takasugi holds onto his hand so firmly, Rinne can't even be sorry for it. Whatever Rinne puts in, Takasugi returns tenfold. That's all he's ever dreamed of.
That's something only his heroes are capable of.
The atrocities Takasugi has committed might be true, but Rinne doesn't care. Rinne looks away, but the touch of his hand on Takasugi's arm remains warm and fond.]
Because it's lonely. Carrying all those feelings for someone you still want to see... If the stars aligned for us to meet, then who else is gonna get it but me?
Edited (no. he should be embarrassed and suffer.) Date: 2025-06-30 06:55 pm (UTC)
it's a cut-open sort of devotion as he caresses rinne's palm, shaped by the want to give and give until he gives out. mel wonders if this connection is manipulative, but takasugi clings to it like he might die without it, where there's no denying the obvious anymore—that he's a lonesome soul. some people can outgrow others, and be more careful about where they plant their roots, but takasugi planted his ages ago. every time he comes to life, they're a part of him, and every time he tries to excise the part of him that hurts. only it's not so easy when that hurt is who you are.
but rinne says it out-loud for him. challenges him when he runs away. if only shouin-sensei were here to see it, that light in his eyes, like a student from the academy. rinne, who is often kinder than the cruelest thing that's ever been done to him.
it's times like these, when they come head-to-head, that takasugi feels a twisted want to take rinne's clumsy heart for his own. to reach beneath the clothing, and all the ugly words and shame, and love him like a soft breeze. but the weight of that, too, would change too much. takasugi already knows what's left of their boundaries, and so he slowly releases their hold, still coming down from the rush of adrenaline, it beating like a slow drum in his chest.
takasugi's careful, softly pushing rinne's hands away so he can finally grab the hanger that's been hanging on the wall, waiting for them to wrap things up. )
Then don't say you deserve it. Say something more poetic, like it's too late to turn me out, and we're bound by the frankness of our souls or something to share in the pain. Then I wouldn't mind saddling you with more of my baggage. After all, I'm supposed to be thinking about you forever, aren't I? And I'm not as lonely as I could be. Mmh. Not when...
(not when i have you, he wants to say. but that's too much. he won't embarrass himself. )
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Date: 2025-06-27 06:32 pm (UTC)it's not that important, but the uneasiness stirs like small flowers bursting to feed beneath his flesh, the longer they just stand there. something outside of his reach, that he wasn't a part of? that was just life for the living. he won't be there for every new experience. was it wrong to want, though? that pink-haired augmented, out there in the vastness beyond karteria, in that empty, rundown house—her words resonate deep within him.
takasugi opts for the most straightforward solution to his inner conflict here: a bright smile. )
He did a fine job, then! No scabbing or infections that I can see. It looks good on you. But it always has, right?
( an arm around rinne, clapping on his shoulder lightly as he drives them down the street. )
I thought it might be a fun experiment to try and do it myself, but I haven't found the time for it yet. Now that I've had a good look at yours, I suppose I ought to bring someone along for the ride just in case I mess it up. Damaging these adorable ears of mine wouldn't go over well with the fans, and I’d rather not have Patho-Gen have to fix them up, either.
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Date: 2025-06-27 07:17 pm (UTC)Not that Rinne cares what anyone in this world thinks. But if the coolest guy on this planet has always thought so, then surely his brother, with his fondness for accessories like these, would also agree. He has to look good in case Patho-Gen decides to pull that boy in. Not that Rinne cares who ends up in this world, though.
Not all of Patho-Gen has their best interest at heart. Takasugi is right not to trust them. But getting his ears pierced alone? Alone? ]
I thought I was the only one you trusted, though? [ The words drip with smug satisfaction. He still can't believe Takasugi said that. The only one? Really? ] I did Niki's and Choso-chan's up next, but I can pencil you in before him since ya trust me so much♪
[ Is there a notes or calendar app on this thing... Rinne swipes around and starts typing it in there: shacho ear 2pm tom ]
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Date: 2025-06-27 08:46 pm (UTC)also, the mention of that incredibly intimate detail... yeah. he did say that and mean it, still fond of the memory of the taste of both drinks on his tongue from that night. looking back on it, it's a good thing he didn't drink anything heavier and say something more revealing. hmm. yeah. good thing. )
Ah. Well. You are. On an incredibly personal level, where no one else would understand that—
( he almost stutters, thumping a closed fist on his chest to remind himself this is a lighthearted affair. )
But, piercing your ears is a pretty common-place thing nowadays, isn't it? Still, ... if you want to be the one that punctures me, I wouldn't mind even if it hurts. Probably. Maybe.
( because it hurts, right? it's going to hurt. an injury in battle was one thing, but the skin of these ears was so thin. )
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Date: 2025-06-28 03:44 am (UTC)But the seed has been planted. Rinne will need to say something soon—to distract himself, if no one else.]
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Date: 2025-06-28 04:12 am (UTC)[Be gentle. Be interesting. Anything to keep this man alive. The costume shop should be along this road… As Rinne avoids Takasugi’s gaze, he searches for the signage.]
I guess I could hold your hand while you do it, though? I wanna hear ya squeal like a pig when it happens. Kyahaha!
[Oh, there it is. Rinne grabs Takasugi by the wrist and pulls him inside. Rows upon rows of dresses, suits, and hats greet them as the bell above the door announces their arrival. A papier-mache mask looms over the counter.]
Here we are, Prez. Costumers like these let ya rent by the week. I was thinkin' we could get something made too, but money's tight. Our Natural Souls already make us stand out, yeah? We just gotta look like idols.
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Date: 2025-06-28 05:13 am (UTC)( but before he can yap on in protest, the scenery changes.
a blue-white shop with costumes by the dozens, and the smell of patent leather shoes and white clean gloves. he's never encountered so many suits and garments all in one place. the neatness is overshadowed by a sense of excess, with everything piled on shelves and smaller wooden tables that were meant for decorative displays, not scissors and sewing rulers. the most important thing, though, is how nice it is to be inside. he's getting sick of how relentless the heat is.
successfully sidetracked, takasugi's tail swishes against his own leg, hinting at his excitement. by now, he's already wrenched himself free from rinne's grip to take an inquisitive look at an assortment of jackets hanging in a row, nodding his head lightly at the explanation. )
Money may be tight, but we shouldn't let that stop us. If it comes to it, I'm sure I could haggl... err, offer my services to get ourselves a fine discount. Or at least propose that we'll be advertising this shop for free. It's the least we can do. That said, there's a hell of a lot here that doesn't stick out, huh?
( when takasugi turns around next, he presses a well-loved motorcycle jacket against rinne's chest.
the worn leather is smooth as his clawed fingertips hold it carefully. he goes as far as to angle the sheepskin collar against rinne's neck, clearly pleased with how it’s lining up. )
How about it? Should we change the aim of our group and become bad boys instead?
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Date: 2025-06-28 05:52 am (UTC)Who says we can't be both? Hell, that was my whole concept before we got here. [He takes the leather jacket from Takasugi, careful not to let their fingers touch. He doesn't wear the jacket, no. Instead, he holds it up to the man's neck too, admiring how nicely it must hang from his lean frame.] A wild and crazy idol who doesn't give a fuck about what anyone else thinks, having the most fun he's ever had on stage, always here to make things interesting...
[Everything that a certain someone is, effortlessly.
He shoves the jacket back into Takasugi's arms.]
Put that on. I wanna see something.
[Is he ordering his boss around? Well, yes. Is there a problem?]
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Date: 2025-06-28 02:05 pm (UTC)back to the matter at hand, though: rinne in his element, and the jacket thrust his way. )
I'm fine with playing your dress-up doll for the afternoon, as long as it's fun, but the sleeves of my own jacket and kimono are a little too delicate to go shoving them haphazardly inside every garment.
( he lets an arm hang, the fabric of his usual get-up draping out like the wing of a bird. )
At least help me tuck them in, or find me a room to change in. Unless you'd rather have me undress right here? I already enjoy my fair share of stares every day for how I dress.
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Date: 2025-06-28 03:37 pm (UTC)Rinne wets his lip and tries not to click his tongue. It doesn't help that someone else is here. Just when he thought he could relax...
Huh? Since when did he ever feel like he could relax around Takasugi anyway?
Anyway. ]
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Date: 2025-06-28 03:43 pm (UTC)[ What to do... He glances around for someone who can help them. When he spots the staff member behind him, he gives Takasugi's shoulder a small squeeze. ]
C'mon, follow me. [ Wearing his best sleazy smile, he slinks off to approach them. ] 'Sup, girl? Listen, I—
[ They startle and point to an area at the back. "T-the fitting rooms are over there!"
Oh, okay. Thank God they were listening, then. Well, it's not that hard to guess what a man with a jacket needed in the first place. Rinne shrugs and leads the way to the fitting rooms, the rows of wigs and costume racks along the path almost claustrophobic. ]
You know, I've already got an idol costume myself. Had it ever since I got here. You remember the one I wore at the welcome ceremony, right? Don't recall wearing it before then, though... [ The timeline implications of all this are very clear to him, but— ] Well, whatever. If we're gonna make a big splash with 3kon, now ain't the time for half-baked ideas. When we go in, we go all in.
[ The fitting room is tucked away at the very back of the shop, partitioned into three narrow sections, each veiled by floor-length curtains. But instead of leading Takasugi in like a good subordinate, Rinne grins. ]
CEOs first!
[ He shoves his boss into the furthest booth, following closely behind. ]
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Date: 2025-06-28 06:27 pm (UTC)only this time it didn't work, and his face almost crashes with the wall with how cramped this room is. he stops himself with a hand flat against wood, and then turns—
to face amagi rinne.
it's not as if they hadn't been this close before. he's literally embraced the guy in his very own bed, a thing takasugi clearly can't do anymore, or at least isn't allowed to, he feels at this point, with the way he enjoyed every minute of the way rinne spoke his heart out in that alarming drunk confession. but it's the way he draws his gaze to rinne's lips to search for the mistakes he's made on them, and the way he takes note again of how his lashes fall that hit him with the realization of just how attracted he is to him now. which, all things considered, is pretty inconvenient for a game of dress-up.
takasugi stands inflexible, back to the wall. but perish the thought of him being skittish or anything. he’s the boss, after all. he’s got this under control. and he's been too easy on rinne, when you really think about it. )
Did they wipe a portion of your memory or something? Patho-Gen. That wouldn't really make much sense, given they want us as helpful as we can be, and... mmh. Here. It's easier like this.
( turning back around, that is, to have his back facing rinne.
it actually is a little difficult to bunch up the folds of his kimono carefully enough to slide into something, but takasugi leans his right shoulder against the opposite wall of the fitting room for more space, red strands of hair mussed up behind him as he holds out a half-bent arm covered in black and waits to be fit. )
I'm starting to think whatever we decide on should have fewer layers.
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Date: 2025-06-29 03:46 am (UTC)The lights do nothing but touch Takasugi's face like they would the kind of statue people would worship or otherwise think the devil with how it distracts from whatever dull duty they have to society. Or perhaps they make him think of a bodhisattva, the fire in his eyes and the blush of his smile proof of his benevolence and divine immortality. But Rinne was aware of neither of these concepts before he left his village. The devil wasn't anything to be feared, and saints were nothing that could save him. If he had to be reminded of anything from home, he supposes that would be family.
Takasugi’s hair is lighter than the Amagi clan’s deep red, but when he turns around, he remembers his mother's back, stray strands of hair swirling against the fair marble column of her neck. If he had stayed in the city a second longer, perhaps he would have gotten to see his brother standing the same way. He's almost about this tall now, the image of him in his robes still strong in his mind— ]
It's not gonna fit. Take it off.
[ The jacket hangs on the lone hook on the wall, waiting for its turn as Rinne slowly tugs on Takasugi's kimono and tries to rid himself of the memories that made him drag his feet and hesitate. If Patho-Gen wanted Rinne to be more efficient, they would have wiped it all. It wouldn't have worked, though. Even if he forgot all about the brother he abandoned, he would still be fascinated by the way Takasugi’s black kimono cascades down his warrior's arms and slips off one shoulder. He's slimmer than he imagined. Given Takasugi's condition, it shouldn't surprise him, it's just… he didn't think the man he's been leaning on would be this delicate.
Rinne's breath is hot on the nape of Takasugi's neck. He knows he should say something, but he can smell Takasugi’s sweat, and it's taking all his power not to say something stupid in the heat of the moment.
What were they talking about? Right, the costumes. ]
Yeah, less layers is good. [ He helps Takasugi gently pull his arm out of one sleeve. ] I don't think they wiped my memories, though. The last thing I really remember is…
[ Crying. A knife once in his hand. Niki comforting him after he lets go of everything he held dear.
Rinne moves before Takasugi, too, slips from his grasp—an arm locked around Takasugi's waist, his face buried into the bare skin of Takasugi's neck. ]
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Date: 2025-06-29 04:02 pm (UTC)they've made it well past spring, and into the breathless summer, and while this world might not be perfect, which one ever was? the earth has gone blank elsewhere, and humanity has always been inviting their own end through their greed. still, as rinne trails off not for the first time, takasugi considers all that he's shared. his lack of education, and his struggling first moments as an idol in a land so foreign. the first time he saw the ocean, the innocence of his younger brother, and the grief he felt at such a young age.
never giving up hope for something more.
but is there something more harrowing than all that? takasugi might turn, to look at rinne and see if the light's gone out in his heart, but he can't. he's wedged as is, lithe frame trapped in wait and in the delicate handling of rinne, whose claws press neat against the fabric hugging his midriff. rinne's frame has always been a bit broader, and his hands a bit rougher, but it's only now that takasugi feels it proper in how he handles him like he might break. the back of his neck betrays him, flushing red.
but rather than critiquing as he usually does, takasugi gently places a palm over the one holding him. he nudges his head back over his shoulder slightly, catching some of rinne's darker hair with his own. )
... No. It's fine if you can't share. Whatever feels off right now, I’m sure it'll slot back into place eventually. History will continue moving forward whether anyone likes it or not, but remember you don't have to carry the weight of that time alone. And I said I'd make this mundane world fun for you, didn't I? So nevermind Patho-Gen and their aims right now. That's on me for bringing it up.
( even takasugi's dumbfounded by what he's doing, looking after someone so devotedly. he wasn't the sort of person to do this, he thought. there were times with kusaka, of course, when he had lost everything dear and had no one but takasugi to hold in the face of everything buried and gone. but maybe there's some truth to elysia's words—that a memory must be what anchored him to this world, and maybe rinne himself is what wished for a kaleidoscope of an existence like himself to appear.
and there isn't ink enough in this world to describe the quiet fondness in his voice when he considers that truth. )
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Date: 2025-06-29 06:33 pm (UTC)[ Rinne presses his words into the man's skin, enough for him to hear the crack in his voice and the way it crumbles in the face of a bitter reality. ]
After everything I taught him, my brother still begged me to come home. The brat came down the mountains, said he'd take me back. He wanted me to succeed our father...
[ Drops of the truth rolls down Takasugi's neck as Rinne scrambles to find the words for it. It isn't fair that Takasugi gives his life to someone who hasn't offered his own in return. Even worse is the way Rinne holds him close like he even deserves this. But at least Takasugi is here of his own volition. Neither friend nor family, but a chance meeting entirely by fate—nothing as binding as blood or birthright.
That's why he can let Takasugi touch him now. That's why he can let him carry a part of this shame. ]
No one thought he could do it. That's the only reason he went after me.
I mean... If someone left you, it's natural that you'd resent him, right?
[ Wait, stop. This was supposed to be a nice and fun shopping trip. He doesn't actually want to hear Takasugi's answer. He's nervous, he's afraid, and he's not meeting his expectations again, so... he starts to loosen his grip on Takasugi's waist. History will continue moving forward. His brother will continue to be without him, and they were only here to fit a jacket, anyway. ]
Sorry. Whenever I talk to you, I get so boring.
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Date: 2025-06-29 07:33 pm (UTC)takasugi pauses, throat tight for all the things he never gave a decent burial to, and for all the things he's feeling right now.
"resent? i hardly had time to grieve, much less deal with that."
"someone recognized your worth. several someone's."
"at least you were reunited."
they hold tight on a string about to be plucked, these old impressions and new ones, stirring and coiling dangerously in his chest like a snake. )
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Date: 2025-06-29 08:12 pm (UTC)( wash it away. don't dig up those thoughts, shinsaku.
so much stays fugitive on the inside—the memory of his exultant smile and punishing fist. the carnage, the sight of his head in their arms. the whole lot of his useless students tripping over themselves for what they were going to do next. he wants to bite down, but the smell of blood is inconvenient. he wants to curl up, and be miserable at the momentary reminder of it all, but he's done enough of that.
rinne etching his story onto takasugi's skin, though? that's a song he's never heard before. that's someone who needs him. that's right. make this interesting.
so, while this is about him, it isn't about him. it doesn't need to be. )
If someone left me, I'd chase them down, resentment be damned. How do they get off, ditching someone as extraordinary as myself? Not on my watch. But I can't exactly speak for how your darling little brother felt, even if I'd be open to forgiving them as long as they had a solid explanation for me. And if they promised not to have fun without me again. Naturally.
( he pulls back on rinne's palm, lifting it to spin around and face him once more in one hilariously acrobatic motion. he holds rinne's arm up, attempting to gently guide him closer to the curtain behind them. )
But let's cut to the chase and get dressed. I can put it on myself now.
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Date: 2025-06-29 09:05 pm (UTC)While Takasugi might be older, Rinne is taller. Stronger. He let Takasugi have his way with him all spring, but the man is no longer the carefree breeze he once was, is he? So he can take it when Rinne, with his mind now sound and clear, grabs him by the hand and finally pushes back.]
Ahh? We're not done talking, though?
[Because when Takasugi talks, Rinne thinks he sees something familiar shining through the cracks. Takasugi isn't his brother, so he can't give him all his answers, but when Rinne asks a question, he gets it right every time.
So Rinne laces their fingers together and pins that hand to the wall, hard. Give him more.]
I'm here telling you about how I gotta keep leaving my cute little brother behind, and now you're here all "me, me, me" like I fuckin' asked. Kyaha! But I guess I did ask, didn't I? Since I'm still in the business of stripping you down, why don't we get a little wild with it, huh?
[Rinne pulls the other kimono sleeve down with a sharp tug. Let him see it all. In his culture, no one is allowed to show skin to one another unless they're related, but as much as Takasugi denies it, to Rinne, he's already—]
You keep talkin' about making things fun for me, but your clingy ass doesn't run away from me like that 'til I touch a nerve. Spill.
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Date: 2025-06-30 05:52 am (UTC)( he chokes it out, his defense, weak against the desire that sears beneath his skin at having their fingers intertwined.
takasugi tries to make it sound like a warning, but it falls flat when so exposed.
revel in it, then—in his slender shoulders covered in black, clinging neatly against the cool of the wood. in the top that hugs the contour of his chest muscles so tightly, rising and falling with each tense breath. the hair on his neck prickles, but it's not entirely uncomfortable, and that's the issue. being handled like this is exciting, but it's running concurrent with his building upset, goosebumps spreading across his nape for how he much he does and doesn't want to bolt.
instead of baring fangs, takasugi tilts his head away, stubborn. )
You may have left him behind again, but don't kid yourself; he's probably searching for you right now, isn't he? For the way you talk about him all the time, he's just as stubborn as either of us. And you're lucky, to have that. Before I could return to his side, Shouin-sensei, he—
( it's pitiful, this story. why're they talking about this again? he glances at the jacket, abandoned, and then wrenches his eyes shut. against his will, red fur spreads from under the fabric of his collar and up the sides of his neck, crawling like a weed. )
But what good is taking it out on you going to do? Any resentment I carry is going nowhere.
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Date: 2025-06-30 02:14 pm (UTC)Now, he imagines biting down. He wants to press his tongue against the flesh, to draw both heat and the salty flavor of skin into his mouth. When Rinne sees the Natural Soul encroaching upon his territory, he snarls, shoving Takasugi’s hand against the wall as if that will stop it. ]
Don’t let it win.
[ Rinne’s touch finds Takasugi’s waist again, sharp claws and rough fingers tracing the muscles he had forged in his teacher’s name. They brush against the tight hem of his top, right below his chest, and a stray thought about some stupid brat worms its way in again. He grits his teeth and shakes it out. He doesn’t need his filthy desires now. Takasugi will sooner lose himself if he lets these feelings fester. He doesn’t need control. He needs somebody. ]
Just give it to me. All your resentment, all your hate—I deserve it anyway. You’ll finally be doing something that makes sense!
[ More than Takasugi’s devotion. More than Takasugi’s kindness. Resentment—that feels like a logical reaction to Rinne Amagi. A monarch should be able to understand the hearts of men. When Takasugi acts according to his human nature, Rinne can’t help but smile. ]
You just want your dear sensei to give you a fucking medal, right? ‘Cause you’re such a good boy.
[ Since Takasugi is a good boy, Rinne will throw him a bone: ]
You don’t need that.
[ Rinne seizes Takasugi’s wrist to press the back of his hand over Takasugi's own lips. Then he closes his eyes, draws a breath in, and on his palm, gives Takasugi a hard, claiming kiss. ]
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Date: 2025-06-30 03:50 pm (UTC)it's true that he doesn't need the accolades, however nice they would be to hear. what he wants is out of reach and not even worth speaking, upsetting to the point of being absurd. to voice it out-loud would be clearing the fog that obscures his boundaries. to make it a reality would be revealing the furthest depths of his regret. and as much as he's already placed the burden of trust on him, how could he add to amagi-kun’s burden with what led him to burn it all down with his conviction?
that might be the root of takasugi shinsaku, so tender, but it isn't the root of a heroic spirit.
his blood boils in vexation. his bone structure threatens to shift. he matches rinne's forceful grip with that of his own, as if ready to snap that hand back to his wrist.
but before he can snarl back, the words sitting on his tongue, there are lips to his face, or lips to the front of his hand. takasugi freezes. )
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Date: 2025-06-30 04:08 pm (UTC)what is he even doing? no one's ever done this to him before.
it sparks something in him nonetheless; the warmth of the kiss that flows through his hand, almost like he's trying to reach takasugi's vulnerability and devour it. his anger dissipates, the corruption that isn't gentle on them in any way stalling for how the encroaching fur settles. there's no way he can stay angry in a situation like this, the leftover ache in his chest just a thing that comes and goes inevitably.
playfully, he presses his own audible little kiss into the other side of his hand, though not as forcefully. )
Is this supposed to be chaste? I bet people back in your world are always telling you how cute you are. And if they aren't, they better start.
( it's all a little muffled by the hand stuck to his face, but he's smiling. don't worry about it. )
I thought you said you weren't going to kiss it better.
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Date: 2025-06-30 04:29 pm (UTC)Shut up! [He pulls the hand on his face away, but not the one on the wall.] I was taking pity on you. Faking all those smiles 'cause you can't get kisses... You're worse than Niki!
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Date: 2025-06-30 04:58 pm (UTC)( rude. )
You're not just anyone's idol, Amagi-kun. You're mine. The affection you carve out of the hollow of me is genuine.
( he clenches tight to the hand now trapped in his. )
And that's exactly why, ... I can't let you carry all this leftover spite. I never told you about the timeline I was in before this, did I? Where I wasn't always a "good boy", taking the lives of all the men who stood in the way of my reform. Men who were supposed to live on into the new age. Unless you can explain why I should, I’m not interested. And don’t say it’s just because I have faith in you.
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Date: 2025-06-30 06:12 pm (UTC)Takasugi's amazing. A monarch like Rinne was never supposed to reveal the depths of his emotions. One word should be enough. Actions should speak for themselves. It's his first time meeting a man who can express his love this freely. The men from his country aren't always like that, but Takasugi tends to be an outlier. Is it because Rinne told him his feelings first? Oh, no. That was Rinne's first mistake — he spoiled Takasugi far too much. But when Takasugi holds onto his hand so firmly, Rinne can't even be sorry for it. Whatever Rinne puts in, Takasugi returns tenfold. That's all he's ever dreamed of.
That's something only his heroes are capable of.
The atrocities Takasugi has committed might be true, but Rinne doesn't care. Rinne looks away, but the touch of his hand on Takasugi's arm remains warm and fond.]
Because it's lonely. Carrying all those feelings for someone you still want to see... If the stars aligned for us to meet, then who else is gonna get it but me?
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Date: 2025-07-01 02:57 am (UTC)it's a cut-open sort of devotion as he caresses rinne's palm, shaped by the want to give and give until he gives out. mel wonders if this connection is manipulative, but takasugi clings to it like he might die without it, where there's no denying the obvious anymore—that he's a lonesome soul. some people can outgrow others, and be more careful about where they plant their roots, but takasugi planted his ages ago. every time he comes to life, they're a part of him, and every time he tries to excise the part of him that hurts. only it's not so easy when that hurt is who you are.
but rinne says it out-loud for him. challenges him when he runs away. if only shouin-sensei were here to see it, that light in his eyes, like a student from the academy. rinne, who is often kinder than the cruelest thing that's ever been done to him.
it's times like these, when they come head-to-head, that takasugi feels a twisted want to take rinne's clumsy heart for his own. to reach beneath the clothing, and all the ugly words and shame, and love him like a soft breeze. but the weight of that, too, would change too much. takasugi already knows what's left of their boundaries, and so he slowly releases their hold, still coming down from the rush of adrenaline, it beating like a slow drum in his chest.
takasugi's careful, softly pushing rinne's hands away so he can finally grab the hanger that's been hanging on the wall, waiting for them to wrap things up. )
Then don't say you deserve it. Say something more poetic, like it's too late to turn me out, and we're bound by the frankness of our souls or something to share in the pain. Then I wouldn't mind saddling you with more of my baggage. After all, I'm supposed to be thinking about you forever, aren't I? And I'm not as lonely as I could be. Mmh. Not when...
( not when i have you, he wants to say. but that's too much. he won't embarrass himself. )
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