clair de lune (shin soukoku)

'He thought I didn't love him anymore, so he left.' Was all Akutagawa said in reply.

'Well? Do you not love him anymore then?' At this he balled his fists in his lap, barely able to keep his anger in check. Of course he loved Atsushi, how could he not? Atsushi meant everything to him, which is exactly why he had to let him go.

'It doesn't matter. If he felt unloved then it doesn't matter.' He spat out, looking at Chuuya in the eye for the first time since he sat down. Now though, instead of pity he looked pissed.

'What the hell do you mean it doesn't matter? If you love him then tell him that.' Akutagawa sighed, all the anger evaporating from his body, leaving him with nothing but the melancholy he had been growing accustomed to for the past few days

'I can't. He deserves better than me, all I do is hurt him, Chuuya.'
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or the poet akutagawa x artist atsushi breaukup fic no one asked for
(cross posted on ao3)