[ENG] sakuatsu | anatomy of light

"But lightning, Kiyoomi then found out, is not the perfect comparison for Miya Atsumu, whose passion rivals even the heat of the hottest summer, and whose hands have always been warm and scented with all the hand cream he poured into each crack of nails and gaps between fingers. Kiyoomi, in secrecy, has mulled over finding the best comparison for Miya Atsumu for years, starting with the first ever training camp in highschool. He looked for it in nature, among the waves, between the gaps of leaves, through the window of his family's private car looking out to the cityscape. He looked for it in between class breaks, during the silent lunch on the top floor of Itachiyama, on the way back home under the orange dusk. He did not understand why he spent so long doing that. At first, he kept trying because he hated leaving things unfinished like an open-ended question. Gradually, it became a routine, something done out of habits to reduce stress, something materialised from something else residing in Kiyoomi's heart that he was too afraid of naming."

- one can say, with love, both Miya Atsumu and Sakusa Kiyoomi have grown.

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