“I guess… the moon’s like a friend. Sure it casts shadows, but they’re just things people are afraid to face.” Mamoru tilted his head in consideration, finally nodding. “I think I get it. The truth comes for us all or something, right?” Makoto blinked slowly, raising his camera, adjusting it minutia by minutia before taking a picture. “Yeah. Exactly.”
Fanart for Chapter 4 of my (ridiculous) fic "He's the Finish Line, You're the Starting Pistol", because if no one else will, then I must. (Aka I realized I can do that)
Flats under the cut in case ya wanna see their outfit colors










