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"I'm fine," Tsumugi would say, but when Eichi turns to look at him, his eyes aren't where they're supposed to be. And Tsumugi would smile, same as always, soft on the lips but pained in the corners of his mouth. "I was born to take other people's curses, Eichi-kun, and if I can do anything, even be useful for just a tiny moment, then at least let me do this."

So Eichi lets him rest his hands on where it hurts, where the feathers had been mauled and twisted black. And he can do nothing but listen, listen to the good luck charms Tsumugi whispers over and over again, a repetitive chant that may or may not have any use at all other than a false sense of comfort. It's Tsumugi, after all — Eichi knows his power, his capacity — or rather, the lack thereof.

It could've just been desperation, too.

There was always that.



#when you want to do nanowrimo but the only options you have is an incomplete enstars story in its idea stage, a bunch of OCs with no plot,  and a forever unfinished haikyuu soulmates!au

welcome to [ butterfly's machination ], aka a fic idea where i dump as much magical realism, aesthetics, and poetic writing into one overcomplicated story with no direction! yes!!
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memoirs ☆

he pulls away, but the taste still lingers — as if electricity is dancing in the air, arcing, tracing his name on his lips.

soft. everything is soft, but the heat is sharp, like how a sunbeam could radiate warmly yet blind a man.

"you really think," he whispers, "that i haven't noticed?"