❝ 𝙉𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 ❞ LONG HIATUS

: ̗̀➛VITA SEXUALIS

"I don't remember who spoke first, but I do recall the first words between us"
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It was getting close to midnight, and the night sky was breathtaking. A full moon shone against a backdrop of a black to navy gradient, with the night sky so clear you could almost see every crater in it. Moonlight bathed the sky in a pale yellowy white, and it was surrounded by an incandescent glow. Millions of stars were scattered behind it, a few large ones among them, but the majority were tiny white pin pricks dotting the landscape. Every once in a while, a twinkle caught (Y/N)'s attention.

(Y/N) and Chuuya sit on top of a tall building overlooking all of Yokohama, a light wind blowing both their coats. They're close to the edge, close enough to enjoy the blanket of night over the city and the sea, but not close enough for (Y/N) to throw herself over the side on a whim.

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to fall off one of these?" (Y/N) inquires, thumping the roof beneath their feet.

Chuuya scoffs at this. "Not everyone is as obsessed with suicide as you are, shitty (Y/N)."

It wouldn't be fun if Chuuya fell anyways, (Y/N) thinks. Chuuya has no reason to be afraid of heights because, no matter how far he falls, the safety net of his Ability will always catch him. (Y/N), on the other hand...

She walks to the very edge of the building, and motions for Chuuya to join her. When Chuuya continues to ignore her, (Y/N) kneels, anchors her hands along the ledge, and falls to the ground below. That piques the interest of the redhead.

"What are you doing!?" He hisses loudly, as if raising his voice to its normal ear-splitting screech would be sufficient to loosen (Y/N)'s grip. "If you make a mistake, I won't be able to catch you because of your ridiculous Ability!"

"Aw, you're worried about me!" (Y/N) smirks and adjusts her grip. "I'm in great shape! See?"

She braces her feet against the side of the building and waves one of her hands even further away from the safety of the rooftop. Chuuya might be having an aneurysm.

"What?" (Y/N) puts on a confused face. "I'm holding on super tight, I won't fall. Don't you trust me?"

Chuuya's response is angry and immediate. "Obviously not!"

"Then let me hold onto you. You won't drop me."

That one eye burns into Chuuya, red-(E/C) like long-forgotten bloodstains, and Chuuya is grabbing (Y/N)'s outstretched hand before he can make a convincing argument about how insane this is. Sure, (Y/N) frequently speaks of committing suicide, but this is a unique situation. Despite the fact that Chuuya isn't afraid of heights, he experiences vertigo when he looks down at the sprawling streets of the city twisting around a smiling (Y/N), the eye of the storm.