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🥀~Alone

7:31

the dark red light of the clock illuminated the dark, golden glow of the room, onto the bedside table, onto the photos on the wall, onto korekiyo's light, porcelain skin.

it was quiet.
barren.
lonely...

rantaro left for a trip, though this wasn't an uncommon experience.

and there was korekiyo, alone in the silence of their bedroom.

7:32

another minute passes, korekiyo doesn't move. he sits, alone with his thoughts in the blankets of their shared bed. he focuses on nothing but the falling rain, and the absence of the firm, comforting arms that held him. god, he could stay in those arms forever—the golden tan of his skin, and the soft freckles that dusted them.

he missed rantaro.

he missed the soft, humble smile he gave. the smile that made his heart melt away whenever he saw it. or the breathy chuckle rantaro does when something amuses him.

it made korekiyo feel so human.

the clock ticks away, the numbers illuminating every crease in the bed, every fold in korekiyo's clothes. he shifts in the bed, never settling down. never getting comfortable. he couldn't help it; the blankets felt so harsh in comparison to his boyfriend's arms. korekiyo loved his touch. the softness of his skin, the thrilling sensation of rantaro's lips against his.

it felt different.

different than what she taught him.

he thought it was love. the way he shook, and cringed at her touch. the tears that feel from his eyes when she spoke. the way she broke him like glass.

no... rantaro was gentle and comforting. the feeling of his soft hands cupping korekiyo's cheek, giving him a signature smile that could light up a room. the way his eyes light up when he starts talking.

"beautiful." korekiyo thought.

so this is what it means to be in love?

but korekiyo couldn't possibly be in love.

he forbade it, locked out the word from his vocabulary. he believed only idiots fell in love, sworn to love only one. so... why? why did his cheeks flush whenever rantaro smiled? or how his eyes light up whenever he gets a text from him, even if it is over the most trivial things?

korekiyo shinguji wasn't in love.

he forbade it, after all.

he sits up, stretching and rubbing his eyes, taking in the setting around him. it felt so empty... so alone...

korekiyo feels his cheek. when did he start crying...?

"apologize. apologize. apologize. stop crying, apologize."

another tear.

another.

soon, he was crying into his hands. tear after tear, sob after sob. the harsh light of the room is the only thing he can see through a blur of tears.

he forbade it. he forbade falling in love.

but he couldn't stop himself.