“ you know … for a long time i really wanted to go back to america, i thought japan was a pain. it only made it worse that my best option to get better at controlling my quirk was a /hero/ school. i wanted to leave so bad. but, in the end, i’m kinda – no, i’m glad i didn’t. ” looks into your soul with my gay ass eyes. looks out of the window, gayly. the winds are whispering ‘no homo’ but who knows. “ i’m – yeah, you know what i mean. ”
Longing, nostalgia, insatiable yearning --- it is the curse of hiraeth that chains a man to a home he can only dream of returning to, enslaving a heart that lives in freedom but seeks often to be confined within familiar walls. It is a feeling he’s often acquainted with ( sometimes, when he closes his eyes, he sees the faces of his father and mother, years, years younger, years, years kinder ), and it is just as often easily forgotten that he’s not alone in that aspect.
Life, Hibiki finds, would be terribly dull without Jun. He offers a balance he didn’t know possible ( didn’t think needed ) and a stable link between the self he so readily denies ( the him who bleeds to shine, the imperfect him who brings nothing but shame ) and the self he craves to be ( a him who does not sweat to accomplish a task and who knows not of struggles ), and it isn’t something he hates.
What’s more surprising, he wonders idly, that this person has had such an impact on a heart that swore sole devotion to a farfetched goal or that he doesn’t mind it? He wonders, too, just when it became so difficult to imagine a world where Jun is not by his side.
❛ Do I? ❜ He does, but that hardly means he won’t get any fun out of it. ❛ You do have to speak clearly if you want people to understand you, Jun-chan. ❜
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