Renga Oneshots

i miss you

TW: su!c!de/attempt,body dysmorphia

Reki had always been affected by the changing seasons, but it was the cold of winter that hit him the hardest. His depression, which would come like a slow, suffocating fog, would settle over him, and no matter how hard he tried, it was nearly impossible to escape. The long nights, the gray skies, the silence that lingered in the air—it all weighed heavily on him, pulling him deeper into himself. He would push people away, retreat into the quiet of his room, feeling isolated, and almost as though he were vanishing into the shadows.

Langa had always known about this part of Reki—the part that was vulnerable and struggling. When they first started dating, Langa had learned to be patient, to understand the signs of Reki's darker days. He became Reki's rock, making sure to shower him with love and attention during these difficult moments. He never pressured Reki, always letting him know that he was there if he needed him.

But it hadn't always been this way.

Three years ago, Reki had reached his lowest point. Winter had been cruel, its grip suffocating him in ways he couldn't explain. In his mind, the world had seemed too heavy, too dark. In the deepest pit of that despair, Reki had made the decision to end it all. He didn't want to fight anymore. But somehow, through sheer force of will or the quiet whisper of love, he had survived.

He woke up in a hospital bed, pale and weak, surrounded by worried faces. Langa, devastated but determined, had sat by his side day after day, watching as Reki fought to recover. It had been a long, painful road. There were many nights where Reki doubted if he could keep going, but Langa had stayed. Langa had promised him, in that hospital room, that it would never happen again. He would make sure of it.

And Langa kept that promise.

"Langa... I'm sorry." Reki's voice trembled, breaking through the silence that had settled between them. He cried into Langa's shoulder, his body shaking with the weight of his emotions.

Langa rubbed his back, his touch gentle and soothing. "It's okay, you have nothing to be sorry about. You haven't done anything wrong, Reki."

Reki's sobs were muffled against Langa's shirt, but his grip on Langa tightened. Langa held him, letting Reki pour out everything he had kept bottled inside. The cold, the loneliness, the exhaustion. In this moment, Reki felt the depth of his vulnerability, but he didn't feel afraid. When he was with Langa, he knew he was safe.

Langa kissed his forehead gently, then his cheeks, and finally, his lips. Each kiss was like a promise—unspoken but deeply felt—that Langa would always be there.

"You're not alone," Langa whispered.

The warmth of Langa's embrace seemed to soothe the storm inside of Reki, and his tears slowly subsided. The two of them curled up on the couch together, letting the movie play in the background. But it was the quiet between them that spoke louder than any words could. Reki nestled closer to Langa, a smile curling on his lips despite the weight of everything he had just gone through.

"I'm so lucky to have you," Reki murmured, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

Langa's hand gently caressed the back of his head. "I'm just as lucky to have you," he replied, his words a reflection of his heart. He leaned down and kissed Reki softly, their lips meeting in a tender, passionate kiss. But the kiss didn't last long. Langa pulled away, a smile tugging at his lips as he looked down at Reki, who had already fallen asleep, curled up in his arms.

Langa's heart swelled with affection. He kissed Reki's forehead, brushing the hair from his face, and then allowed himself to drift off to sleep too, content and peaceful in the warmth of their shared love.