[ whatever this relationship of theirs is - love, hate, something in between - yuki knew from the start it couldn't end well. not only because they're both extremely damaged in a myriad of ways, not only because they're both nursing lost loves, not only because they're each built to worship music above all else - but because, mainly, yuki could not help but fall in love with murata ugetsu.
he never meant to. he still doesn't realize it, not properly. he promised himself there would never be another mafuyu and, in many ways, there never will be. ugetsu and mafuyu are nothing alike. they're both prodigies, perhaps, but mafuyu has the most innocent soul in the entire universe; ugetsu spent his childhood crushing insects and daydreaming about death.
maybe it's better that yuki ended up with him.
the nurse leaves but yuki doesn't hear whatever she says, doesn't catch the way she looks at him. he's pushing through layers upon layers of compounded anxiety to cross the room and stare down at ugetsu, his expression invisible to the other but no less panicked because of it.
ugetsu is shaking. ugetsu has bandages everywhere. ugetsu's hair, soft and black as midnight rain, has been shorn into razor-sharp blades of obsidian.
ugetsu does not look like ugetsu.
yuki wants to throw up. ]
Was it really an accident?
[ an awful, horrible thing to say. to accuse. but yuki knows ugetsu too well not to ask. his fingers tremble at his sides, not knowing where to go. he does not want to be sober for this. ]
you're stuck with me (and this tragic mess of a pair lmao) <333333
he never meant to. he still doesn't realize it, not properly. he promised himself there would never be another mafuyu and, in many ways, there never will be. ugetsu and mafuyu are nothing alike. they're both prodigies, perhaps, but mafuyu has the most innocent soul in the entire universe; ugetsu spent his childhood crushing insects and daydreaming about death.
maybe it's better that yuki ended up with him.
the nurse leaves but yuki doesn't hear whatever she says, doesn't catch the way she looks at him. he's pushing through layers upon layers of compounded anxiety to cross the room and stare down at ugetsu, his expression invisible to the other but no less panicked because of it.
ugetsu is shaking. ugetsu has bandages everywhere. ugetsu's hair, soft and black as midnight rain, has been shorn into razor-sharp blades of obsidian.
ugetsu does not look like ugetsu.
yuki wants to throw up. ]
Was it really an accident?
[ an awful, horrible thing to say. to accuse. but yuki knows ugetsu too well not to ask. his fingers tremble at his sides, not knowing where to go. he does not want to be sober for this. ]