the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself
being multidimensional is protective. a boy breaks my heart but my friends take me out for ice cream. I don’t get into my dream school but I get my first comment on my YouTube video. I burn the brussels sprouts but I nail the cinnamon buns. the more pieces I add to my foundation the less I am shaken by the earthquake
Normally you’re greeted with a huff and a smirk, and that’s the extent of the amusement he likes to show to you. Occasionally, a little laugh manages its way out, and you relish in the rare sound as much as you can before he inevitably clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest to suppress it.
But every now and again… once in a moon, the facade slips. There’s a crack in the concrete, a flaw in the code, and Itoshi Rin’s laughter soars.
“Baby,” you snicker at your phone. “Look at this video of Isagi slipping on ice.”
It’s one from Bachira, they’d been walking around the city, and Isagi flashed the camera the biggest peace sign he could muster before absolutely eating it against the sidewalk, arms flailing and legs cartoonishly slipping out from under him. Bachria screams in laughter, camera shaking wildly before it cuts off.
You watch Rin’s lip twitch. Then, he snorts. Then the wall completely crumbles as Rin cackles.
It’s hideous, it’s terrible, it’s uncontrollable as Rin shakes with laughter next to you, it’s somewhere between a bird caw and a car that won’t start, and you’d think it would be painful.
But it’s also just so imperfectly delightful. Rin is so… Rin, there’s no showing of weakness or denial of strength, and when you’re finally able to indulge in the side of Rin that he tries to hide so desperately, you can’t help but be enthralled.
You smile and sink your teeth into your lip as he comes down from his laughing fit, giggles replacing the cackles from just moments ago. A hand covers his mouth, and his eyes soften from their intense, laugh-driven furrow, and it isn’t until his pretty lashes flutter open and he looks at you, that a bright blush spreads across his face, and he clears his throat to gain some decorum.
“I love you,” you say simply.
He looks at you, confused. “Okay. I love you too?”
“You’re just so perfect, my handsome, perfect man-“
“Alright, you’re obsessed with me, I get it,” he groans. “What brought this on?”
You reach up to gently pinch his cheek, and he grumbles and bats your hand away, “you’re just so cute. I can’t help it.” You rest your head on his shoulder, but he doesn’t try to move you, “and I love your laugh.”
He groans again in embarrassment. You smirk.
“Freak,” he spits. “My laugh isn’t anything you need to concern yourself with, let alone enjoy.”
“But it’s so perfect.”
“It’s not.”
“Is too!” You chirp.
“Is not!”
You skitter your fingers up his side, and he yelps a snort before sharply grabbing your offending hand, glaring at you.
“It is.” You lean forward to kiss the tip of his flushed nose. “You are.”
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