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Sakusa Kiyoomi spends a lot of time pretending love is something that happens *later*. Somewhere else.
To someone braver. Then Ushijima Wakatoshi exists in his space-too quiet, too steady, too gentle for someone built like a wall-and everything starts slipping sideways. Glances linger too long.
Silence starts meaning things. Mountains, planes, burnt toast, hands that never let go when Sakusa tells the truth about himself. It's not loud or neat or obvious. It's a song half-written, a soulmate unnamed, and the slow realization that love didn't find him by accident. It knew exactly where to look.