( they share more common ground than they might initially expect. over the last year or so, yuuta has learned sociability and affability, but that doesn't necessarily directly translate into openness. polite kindness can be just as personally distancing as purposeful aloofness — the maintenance of that distance is a difficult habit to break, especially when the consequences of a lapse in the last five years might've ended up being a matter of life and death. he had tried to live in his parents' house with rika's ghost haunting him, but he'd barely managed to get through a year before the tension started to rise to a point where it was not only effecting him but also his parents. they might not have been able to see her, but they could sense her; they could sense the heavy and malicious force that seemed to linger in their son's shadow. and they could sense that it was angry — furious with envy — and that it was more and more honing in on yuuta's little sister.
all to a point where the danger of a single lapse in his attention in arbitrating between them and rika could cost far too much. he had left, having to find anywhere else to be that wasn't within a dangerously close proximity to others (and especially those that he cared about).
he could never understand the pain and mental wounds that would be left behind by a parent pawning you as if you were an unwanted family heirloom, but... even as he continued to go to school as consistently as he could manage, they never tried to intercept him. his parents had never tried to bring him home. perhaps they had understood on some level the sacrifice that he had made, for both their safety and his sister's, but...
it still hurt to know that they wouldn't fight to try to keep him as well.
time has passed. regardless of how he'd felt about it a year or so ago, yuuta no longer believes that his continued existence on this planet is a net negative, though getting into the details of that karmic calculation was something he didn't really care to do. there's something about weighing everything that he had put rika in a position to do before being accepted to jujutsu tech against what he's been able to do since arriving there that leaves a bad taste in his mouth. self-affirmation is not an instance but a process, and it's one that he is still working through. so, too, is the performance of vulnerability. the admission of concern, and how dizzying the intimacy of something so small to others might seem after years of self-imposed exile. megumi receives him now having already gone through a lot of those growing pains and having come out the other side feeling far more emboldened by the authenticity of what his heart told him over very nearly everything else.
it had steered him right with rika — why would it lead him astray with his fellow students here, the first who had opened their own hearts to him after the truth of who and what he was had come to light?
it's customary of others to see one's strength far better than they can get a sense of it themselves. yuuta scarcely thinks he needs to bear indulgence for megumi when he knows unerringly that he has the inner steel to state what it is that he wants and reach for it in the same breath. but there is the back-and-forth step of a dance in this that he finds incredibly endearing, etching a warm and fond smile into the curve of his lips at the words and shift forward. yuuta himself remains immovable, dark eyes steady on megumi's face until their lips meet. and then they lid closed.
in a way it's funny to yuuta that some of his first impressions of megumi had been somewhat abrupt, harsh — it couldn't be any further from how he is now, the warmth of his lips feather-light against his own. though sometimes he can succumb to tides of passion just as torrental and unfathomable as his cursed energy, yuuta is almost afraid to break the delicacy of the moment, how it seems to ring in his ears and vibrate in the air. he leaves it like that for just a second, and then he replies in cautious kind, lips molding to megumi's for a beat before separating — not by much, though, but enough that his warm breath of levity blooms in the small space between them. )
You sure about that?
( one of his hands twists, rotating megumi's so that the flat of the back of his hand presses against his chest, so he can better measure the pace of his heart, both strong and steady at a gallop. the physical evidence of his verbal challenge can be much more difficult to argue with. with his other hand he relinquishes megumi's, lifting to the side of his face so that when he resumes their kiss, it is with with that same spirit and self-assuredness. )
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all to a point where the danger of a single lapse in his attention in arbitrating between them and rika could cost far too much. he had left, having to find anywhere else to be that wasn't within a dangerously close proximity to others (and especially those that he cared about).
he could never understand the pain and mental wounds that would be left behind by a parent pawning you as if you were an unwanted family heirloom, but... even as he continued to go to school as consistently as he could manage, they never tried to intercept him. his parents had never tried to bring him home. perhaps they had understood on some level the sacrifice that he had made, for both their safety and his sister's, but...
it still hurt to know that they wouldn't fight to try to keep him as well.
time has passed. regardless of how he'd felt about it a year or so ago, yuuta no longer believes that his continued existence on this planet is a net negative, though getting into the details of that karmic calculation was something he didn't really care to do. there's something about weighing everything that he had put rika in a position to do before being accepted to jujutsu tech against what he's been able to do since arriving there that leaves a bad taste in his mouth. self-affirmation is not an instance but a process, and it's one that he is still working through. so, too, is the performance of vulnerability. the admission of concern, and how dizzying the intimacy of something so small to others might seem after years of self-imposed exile. megumi receives him now having already gone through a lot of those growing pains and having come out the other side feeling far more emboldened by the authenticity of what his heart told him over very nearly everything else.
it had steered him right with rika — why would it lead him astray with his fellow students here, the first who had opened their own hearts to him after the truth of who and what he was had come to light?
it's customary of others to see one's strength far better than they can get a sense of it themselves. yuuta scarcely thinks he needs to bear indulgence for megumi when he knows unerringly that he has the inner steel to state what it is that he wants and reach for it in the same breath. but there is the back-and-forth step of a dance in this that he finds incredibly endearing, etching a warm and fond smile into the curve of his lips at the words and shift forward. yuuta himself remains immovable, dark eyes steady on megumi's face until their lips meet. and then they lid closed.
in a way it's funny to yuuta that some of his first impressions of megumi had been somewhat abrupt, harsh — it couldn't be any further from how he is now, the warmth of his lips feather-light against his own. though sometimes he can succumb to tides of passion just as torrental and unfathomable as his cursed energy, yuuta is almost afraid to break the delicacy of the moment, how it seems to ring in his ears and vibrate in the air. he leaves it like that for just a second, and then he replies in cautious kind, lips molding to megumi's for a beat before separating — not by much, though, but enough that his warm breath of levity blooms in the small space between them. )
You sure about that?
( one of his hands twists, rotating megumi's so that the flat of the back of his hand presses against his chest, so he can better measure the pace of his heart, both strong and steady at a gallop. the physical evidence of his verbal challenge can be much more difficult to argue with. with his other hand he relinquishes megumi's, lifting to the side of his face so that when he resumes their kiss, it is with with that same spirit and self-assuredness. )