IT SHOULD COME AS NO SURPRISE. Yet, it still alarms him every time that Yuzuru pays any mind to it.
Self-deprecating humor is among his few strong suits and so it does not particularly faze him when the others brush the comments off. It is not as though he acts upon them, though the morbid thoughts occur to him from time to time. Lying, however, is not the right word to describe it. He withholds a truth he does not think the other could bear among all the other weights of the world he must carry on his shoulders. Yuzuru is no Atlas, but even he would give the titan a run for his money.
The weight of his own problems, of Tori’s, of his family, of Fine, of the student council … he does not need to burden himself with Midori’s problems on top of everything else that he shoulders without question —— ( though he knows he does so with good intentions ).
Once again, Midori is too selfish.
Yuzuru hurts because he has always a bleeding heart. How it would have benefit him to stop. His own emotions seem trivial. Like denying it had done him any good. Perhaps that is the childish part of him that remains still, disjointed with his appearance as all else seems to. He disappoints, he thinks, again and again. The honorific is undeserved. “It isn’t anything,” and it was as honest as he could make it.
There was never any rhyme or reason to the lethargy or sadness that clung to his bones. He still does not understand it. How could he expect someone outside of his mind, someone so put together like Yuzuru, to understand? “Afternoons are my least favorite time of day … so I’m sleepy …” His chest aches.
yuzuru is not unfamiliar with this lethargy , dejection in its truest form is POISON IVY clear of physical detection . lamentation washes over him in clear waves , merciful yet so s o m b r e , as alabaster digits pepper a crown desiccated of will with gentle rakes of affection , devotion , care .
time and time again , pensiveness drew string to pearls of self - doubt , pearls of which adorn some of young master’s costumes , suffocating then loosening at sporadic intervals around his neck . perhaps he has little to no time spent with M I D O R I . he has been busy lately , and although he takes care to come out and eat with him in lunch breaks , and at times spends time and helps him when M I D O R I visits him to bring the mansion’s produce and food supplies , it seems his efforts were not enough to make M I D O R I happy .
at times , yuzuru is too selfish .
he takes a breath , holding back the illogical tears that might spill if he thought more on it , shuffling down towards a more supine position , bringing M I D O R I down with him and gently cradling his head so as to not thud against the surface beneath them . this position is the most COMFORTABLE he has been with another human being , exclusive of the young master , for his orders are often NEEDY and bade at later parts of the night , human contact a rational proclivity of lonely people .
❛ takamine-sama ? may i say something ? ❜ his gaze falls on aqua eyes. ❛ i love you. ❜
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