@puppetmuseum asked: (hiwatari time) "Careful." Satoshi said out of the blue, breaking the silence that had fallen between them. He had been in the school library working through a heavy book when Daisuke decided to join him. But he was reading something far more....whimsical and clearly emotional as he could hear Daisuke sniff and rub at his eyes. "You wouldn't want to change now, would you?" No one was in the library besides them, so it was fine to speak on more secretive matters, but he still left it somewhat vague, just in case.
and he doesn't mean to cry , but his tender heart could never resist even the slightest tug at every one of its delicate strings . weepy and struck , cherub tears spilling from the corners of covetous crimsons ---「 le cœur humain ... ne peut contenir qu'une certaine quantité de désespoir. quand l'éponge est imbibée, la mer peut passer dessus sans y faire entrer une larme de plus .」
it was a moving , but tragic love story he was reading .
' i ... s-sorry , hiwatari-kun . ' the book whose pages he's nearly stained and gotten wet with tears is shut and pushed away by a careful , considerate hand . daisuke hurries to clear his mien , a little more than surprised himself that he could end up so enraptured by a novel even beside the other like this . should it have been a testament to the artistry of it , or to his and hiwatari's own growing-comfortable relationship ?
if he were to try at being honest , sitting beside the other made him feel a little dumb . inept and over-sensitive , just like it might have from the start --- no , that was wrong . even from the beginning , before his fourteenth birthday and his very first transformation , the other had still been kind to him without any sort of conceit . from offering a handkerchief to even warning him now , it was clear that satoshi loathed the sight of anybody's tears --- even a would-be enemy's .
so daisuke brightens . smiles and nods his head , laughing and sputtering awkwardly a little at first . ' th-thank you . i didn't even realize anything . it's ... a really good story . ' one that even might have been worth changing for . were he at home , free to be whoever both his thrumming heart and cursed genes forced him to be , then there was no doubt that even the coldest , wintry impression of the 'great phantom thief dark' would have been dissolved by these reverent , innocent tears ; the fallen angel weeping over beautiful works of art .
instead the niwa takes in a deep , steady breath . with his gaze removed from his own pastime , he can't help but peek over at the other's own apparent literary endeavor . ' um , if you don't mind me asking ... what are you reading ? ' he can't help but already make a few guesses : maybe it was something dry like a calculus book ( is that the sort of level hiwatari was at , or was he even beyond it ... ? ) maybe it was even something like a thick detective novel ... ah , but he doesn't want to assume .
instead , just as innocently , and without much thought to it beyond the warmth loitering in the dull thuds of his heart , he asks --- ' is it fun ? '
do you like it ?