Club Application // Atsushi and Kinshirou
Wait… My parents…?
It all snaps into place at that very moment, a horrified expression replacing all the anger and sadness of before. Kinshirou ends up sitting there in silence, listening to the rant in its entirety.
"I… Had no idea… I—" But his voice seems to be lost again, his throat clamping shut, as if he’s being scolded. Even if it’s something he didn’t do… He still feels responsible, somehow. Because he could have very easily reversed it by asking questions, but ended up taking the whole thing at face value.
Just as his parents wanted, it seems.
He finds himself sitting there, feeling entirely useless. Even as Atsushi starts to walk off, he’s not even sure he can do anything to stop it. But there are deeply ingrained feelings, ones he thought he pushed far down…
I don’t want you to walk away… Not again…!
That’s when he finally moves, closing the space between them and throwing his arms around Atsushi’s middle. He buries his face into the other’s back, one thing that he remembers doing when they were children.
”D-Don’t… Leave again…!! Please… Don’t leave me…" He shivers when he hears how pathetic he sounds, but he can’t help but beg. "My parents… I don’t know why, but they lied! You were the best thing that ever happened to me… and… I… lo…" He trails off, his grip getting tighter.
Even when he desperately wants to, he can’t find himself finally saying it. But with one final gulp, he resigns the last bit of his pride. ”I love you too, Atchan…”
Atsushi stops in his tracks the minute he feels the hug, and he remains frozen as he feels Kinshirou bury into his back. He can feel the trembling against his body, and it makes him tremble too with the weight of his emotions. He takes a moment to absorb everything before he finally speaks up again.
"...Do you really?" His voice is small and somewhat hesitant, cracking at the end of the question as he chokes into another short sob. "I...I'm not sure I can...Believe that..."
Every part of him is scared, thinking about Kinshirou's blatant show of emotion and wondering if it's just part of an act again. But it still feels so genuine...It really feels like his Kusachan. His hands move to rest on top of Kinshirou's.
"But I want to...I want to believe you really feel the same way. But I'm not sure I have a way for you to prove it to me..."
He sighs, shaky and awkward as his crying slowly dies down. "...I won't leave, Kusachan. But...This is...This is a lot to take in. ...I wish I knew what to ask to get you to prove this is the truth, but...My mind's blank. I think I'm too happy from hearing just the possibility..."






