yes !!! you get it !! iām on my hands and knees omg please excuse my rambling but i love talking about them so much ššš„ŗ
yuuta as a character is so inherently selfish and self-aware, and so intrinsically tied to the idea of love in this series. he quite literally embodies it in himself and his technique, despite his own reference being so skewed. for yuuta, love has always been colored with blood, violence that saturates the way he digs his nails in and refuses to let go.
in a lot of ways, what we see of rika is exactly the type of love yuuta embodies. blindly loyal, encompassing, almost possessive and suffocating in nature. two damaged children alone in the world clutching butterflies tight enough to nearly pierce their wings, afraid of letting go, never knowing if itāll return. the issue is that their love is so explosive that they suffocate each other, bombs that explode back and forth with damage that goes far past just themselves.
and then you introduce toge to the equation, but make no mistake that he is just as damaged. yet, with rika and yuuta they have always held this desperation that transcends life, obsession and importance tied into their fibers, ensured self-destruction if only to never walk alone. with toge, he has no regard for his life, except in what he can sacrifice for others. he lives because itās convenient, he lives because heās still useful to their world that requires his own bloody hands to grip his throat and endure.
and yuuta looks at him, this bloody mess of a broken weapon that was never taught self-regard, and somehow holds his broken pieces as if heās a work of art. stained glass in the sunset instead of broken bottles pointed at quivering throats. yuuta burns for him, everything overwhelming and and dark that he tried to convince the world was a product of rika instead of himself, and heās so afraid. afraid of the red hot fire that spills from his fingertips and consumes everything in its path, afraid that one day it wonāt be enough. so afraid to chase away the only person to see the shadows in his eyes and blood on his hands and still think he was worth protecting. even so heād showcase himself again and again, if only to ensure this precious boy who has lived his life unseen, unheard, unwanted, knows that yuuta would become everything terrible for if only to see him smile.
and toge burns for it just as much, feels fire flicker in his chest and spill like lava up his throat in words that he desperately uses just to ensure his monster of a lover is safe. heād char and crisp and burn to ash if it meant that the smoke of his dying breath would protect whatās left of his world, if it meant heād never have to watch yuuta disappear like everyone else. heād die a hundred times, and some part of him knows that every time, yuuta would drag him back without regard to rules or nature or even his own capability, heād find a way.
ok sorry for word vomiting ! their dynamic is so so good and iām always so excited to find someone who sees it in a similar way to me !! iām also loving your fic and art, and canāt wait to see what else is in store !! š„ŗš