Eh? Am I intimidating somehow? [Yuuto still has an arm around her as he tries to meet her gaze,] I won’t judge you. You were nice to me about the chocolates.
[Yuuto is certain that he doesn’t regret hearing that. He does find himself blushing and his embrace becoming a smidge more tight- More of a cling until he relaxes.]
… Me too. B-But. We just started dating and u-um. [His belt tail is just going to find her leg now and broadcast what he’s thinking.] … at midnight, it’ll be Valentines, right?
W-Well… Would it be romantic that way? A-and, um… I should probably… before you really decide to date me.
[He hesitates. Maybe he should have talked about this a long time ago. He’s been so caught up in the thrill of mutual love that he forgot about his self loathing.]
… my body isn’t perfect anymore. Or um… my soul, so-. [He doesn’t want to hurt her.]
Yeah. It would be. But... I don't care about imperfections. Nobody's perfect. Hell, my soul used to be rotten, but it seems to have gone back to normal, I think. Not that I can see it.
[Yuuto is sincerely caught off guard by the simplicity of her answer. He pauses, then starts rolling up his sleeves to show the burns and scars along his arms. He doesn’t immediately know what to say about his soul, so reveals his physical mistakes first.]
… Is there any reason to? If it broke, then it’s because I’m weak?
But... well. You see, back home, there's an art from called kintsugi. It's when someone takes the broken shards of pottery and puts them back together with gold. It's meant to embrace imperfections and flaws to make something stronger. People are like that, too. They're flawed and imperfect. When they break, they can come back from it- [ She reaches out to him, wanting to place her palm in the center of his chest. ] And if someone like me could, I think you can, too.
[He’s silent as he feels her hand on his chest. His instinct is that he should show her his imperfections and scare her to safety- That’s why he was showing his arms,- but he’s not sure how to show his soul. So it’s twistedly convenient that her words trigger tears. Yuuto is shaken out of his stun when he feels a black, gooey tear roll down his cheek and has to catch it before it can drip on the bedsheets.]
Ah- Sorry, I- I’m going to get my soul on your nice bedsheets. I- I shouldn’t… [His voice trails off.] … Are you really sure you don’t mind?
[He’s still not used to being accepted. Loneliness is all he knows. It’s shaped his very soul into a greedy blackhole. Knowing that imagery, he wonders if he should be repulsed by how easily he leans into her embrace. He doesn’t want to push her away, even if that would be better for her.]
Himeko… S-Sorry. Somehow I’m making asking to have sex really sad. [And saying the phrase aloud makes him feel silly enough to derail his own despair and return her embrace.] I just thought… you should know.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Well- You don’t need to say it if you don’t want to. If there are secrets you need to keep, that’s fine. I trust you.
no subject
no subject
[He isn’t following. Not entirely. Yuuto pauses to think, then replies quietly.]
I want to be a partner who makes you happy. If it’s selfish, then good? I want for you to be selfish with me.
no subject
no subject
… Me too. B-But. We just started dating and u-um. [His belt tail is just going to find her leg now and broadcast what he’s thinking.] … at midnight, it’ll be Valentines, right?
no subject
no subject
[He hesitates. Maybe he should have talked about this a long time ago. He’s been so caught up in the thrill of mutual love that he forgot about his self loathing.]
… my body isn’t perfect anymore. Or um… my soul, so-. [He doesn’t want to hurt her.]
no subject
no subject
He wouldn’t hate Inaba for that. He would still love her. Nen and Shigeru accept him, so why can’t Inaba? He trusts her.
It’s himself that he fears.
So he sighs shakily and pulls back from the embrace, pushing himself into a sitting position.]
Mine still is. [He loops his finger around the pink ribbon that closes his shirt.] I broke it.
no subject
no subject
… Is there any reason to? If it broke, then it’s because I’m weak?
no subject
I'm weak, too. Incredibly so.
[ Inaba knows that all too well. ]
But... well. You see, back home, there's an art from called kintsugi. It's when someone takes the broken shards of pottery and puts them back together with gold. It's meant to embrace imperfections and flaws to make something stronger. People are like that, too. They're flawed and imperfect. When they break, they can come back from it- [ She reaches out to him, wanting to place her palm in the center of his chest. ] And if someone like me could, I think you can, too.
no subject
Ah- Sorry, I- I’m going to get my soul on your nice bedsheets. I- I shouldn’t… [His voice trails off.] … Are you really sure you don’t mind?
no subject
It's fine. I really don't mind. Promise.
no subject
Himeko… S-Sorry. Somehow I’m making asking to have sex really sad. [And saying the phrase aloud makes him feel silly enough to derail his own despair and return her embrace.] I just thought… you should know.
no subject
no subject
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)