It was the second time Tatara had seen Fushimi-kun visit his grave. Tatara was well aware his death had affected quite a few people and knowing this as he watched from above, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. It was all beyond his control and he knew that, but still, it was times like these that he wished he could’ve been a little more mindful of the situation he had found himself in back then.
There was something painful about watching his friends continue on with their lives, while his soul stayed so stagnant. And while it did often cause him pain, it also caused him relief when he saw them smile or laugh and he often found himself watching many members of HOMRA. Occasionally though, he thought to watch Fushimi, as Tatara had always considered Fushimi to be a part of the clan, even though the other had decided and chosen otherwise.
He was surprised the first time he had seen Fushimi visiting his grave. It was a little nice to know he had left an impact on the other. Perhaps Fushimi didn’t hate HOMRA as much as he let on, Tatara thought. Though at this point he wouldn’t really have anyway of knowing that to be truth. Still, it was interesting that the other was here a second time, perhaps there was something on his mind?
It was rare that Tatara ever made the leap to actually listen in on what others were saying, but Fushimi was...interesting, to say the least. “Ah, Fushimi-kun...I hope you are doing okay,” he muttered standing a little ways behind the boy, assuming he couldn’t hear him.
