we can do something when you get back they can't keep you in kyoto forever
[ to say rika has a quiet fury would be accurate. nothing quite like her almost infantilized cursed form, and yet reminiscent in its visceral quality. it scares most of the adults with the exception of gojou satoru. it is a bit hard to tell with nanami kento who is a recent 'return' according to that one, though he's not there nearly as often. 'trial basis' gojou had said, if she recalls correctly though his tone more or less made it a done deal.
she doesn't care.
but she remembers the ones who bare their teeth as if she doesn't know the difference between a smile and a threat. gojou and nanami are not those kinds, and for that she credits them.
yuuta's absence on his birthday is the work of other more entrenched traditions and fears. she knows; they both know.
she misses him terribly. it hurts in physicality in a way she would never explain to anyone, as if the sheer distance and time chips away at her. there is a tension too, the thread of connection between them red as fate as blood and able to be liquid or brittle. held too tight.
'happy birthday' she says and means: i miss you.
you should be here.
in the end her loathing of certain people will never hold a candle to her love for yuuta.
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they can't keep you in kyoto forever
[ to say rika has a quiet fury would be accurate. nothing quite like her almost infantilized cursed form, and yet reminiscent in its visceral quality. it scares most of the adults with the exception of gojou satoru. it is a bit hard to tell with nanami kento who is a recent 'return' according to that one, though he's not there nearly as often. 'trial basis' gojou had said, if she recalls correctly though his tone more or less made it a done deal.
she doesn't care.
but she remembers the ones who bare their teeth as if she doesn't know the difference between a smile and a threat. gojou and nanami are not those kinds, and for that she credits them.
yuuta's absence on his birthday is the work of other more entrenched traditions and fears. she knows; they both know.
she misses him terribly. it hurts in physicality in a way she would never explain to anyone, as if the sheer distance and time chips away at her. there is a tension too, the thread of connection between them red as fate as blood and able to be liquid or brittle. held too tight.
'happy birthday' she says and means: i miss you.
you should be here.
in the end her loathing of certain people will never hold a candle to her love for yuuta.
that's just how it is. ]