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             it’s too early ( or too late ) for there to be a knock at his door. yukio’s gaze shifts toward the sound, lashes fluttering as his gaze adjusts. he’d been staring at the bright screen of his phone for hours now, mindlessly scrolling through blogs and articles online. another night that sleep has escaped him. it’s for that very reason that he isn’t annoyed by the unannounced guest ( he already has a pretty good idea of who it is ). slowly, the ice user shifts off his bed and shuffles his way toward the door.

             upon opening it, he’s greeted with soft cotton candy hair and tired eyes. wordlessly, he steps to the side to allow his friend to enter, shutting the door quietly behind him. he watches as the taller male shuffles his way toward yukio’s bed and plops down, falling onto his back against the plush mattress as his long legs spread out onto the floor. the raven follows his lead, landing on the bed with a soft grunt as he turns his head toward his friend, arctic  hues meeting daisuke’s dull mauve.

                           “that bad?”

                                                     // @rplcte

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‘ you remind me of mint. fresh, sharp, kind of cold, but in a nice way. i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite. ’ / THIS ONE TOO

                 “…ah - daisuke.”

        he doesn’t know what to say. yukio isn’t used to being complimented so forwardly, isn’t used to being compared to something that anyone was fond of. he’s cold, cold like bitter winter mornings and frozen waters. but cool like mint? it’s such an innocent comparison. his cheeks quickly dust with pink as his gaze shifts away from daisuke, unable to keep his gaze as his heart begins to pick up in pace.

mint was daisuke’s favorite.

yukio reminded him of mint.

so, by association, was yukio daisuke’s favorite?

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‘ i crave affection in the simplest way. ’ / give the gay

         touching others has always been something yukio avoided. from the moment he first came into his quirk, every time he touched another they would flinch back, they were startled by how cold the boy was. his mother was the only one who would welcome his touch without any sign of distress. or, rather she was the only one before he met daisuke. the boy was always bold with skinship. something yukio had to get used to fairly quickly. even before they began their …whatever it was they had, the other boy would lean on him, touch him casually without any signs of being startled by his bodies temperature.

          so, instead of feeling afraid when daisuke admits his desire for affections, daisuke finds himself leaning slightly closer to the male without fear of being too much for the other to handle. he thinks, for a fraction of a second, that daisuke has pretty lips. but the thought is brushed away quickly as nerves wreck his body and his gaze quickly settles on the other’s hand. yukio reaches forward, slipping his hand into the pinkette’s and lacing their fingers together. daisuke is warm and yukio finds himself melting at the simple touch.

                    “i…” his pauses, lower lip caught between his teeth as he tries to force his confession out.

               “i too, crave affection.” his gaze shifts up to match those eyes that captivate him daily, struck by how intense they are ( as though he isn’t lost in a daze every time he catches daisuke’s gaze. ), finding himself getting lost in deep mauve.

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‘ today , i ache for somewhere to hide ’

      the sun is high, marking the time of day as the two students loiter by the courtyard in front of their school. arctic hues flicker toward the cotton candy haired boy before shifting back toward the ground. ( a place to hide ? ) it’s not unusual for the other to mention wanting to disappear from the public eye, to shield himself from the world and the burdens he carries. yukio is known to do the same. to leave class and not been seen again for hours, on rare occasions, days.

                     “wanna hit the arcade?”

       it’s so normal. something that teenagers do all the time. teenagers who don’t have to worry about training to save lives, anyway. the wear and tear of everyday life at u.a can be too much sometimes; it’s only fair that they should get to sneak away and forget it all. pretend, if only for an afternoon, that they were just two normal teenagers heading out into the city.

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‘ at some point i stopped , i sank ’

       yukio wants to scream ‘ me too ! ‘, he wants to tell his friend that he knows the feeling of sinking, of losing yourself and succumbing to the pressure, the fear, the darkness. but, he doesn’t. instead, yukio reaches out and takes daisuke’s hand in his own, as the other has done for yukio many times before, and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

                      “you’ll swim back to the top,” he whispers, his lashes fluttering as he sets his gaze on there hands.”you’ll come back from this. you’re strong, daisuke.”

        the raven’s words are filled with earnest, if there was anyone who could swim back to the surface, who could learn to float and bask under the glory of the sun; taking in the warmth of internal victory - it was daisuke. he moves to intertwine his fingers with the pinkette’s, gaze still heavy on their hands that lay carefully between the two. he doesn’t dare look up at the other, afraid his own fears and insecurities would cast doubt over his words; would toss aside their truth.

                   “i’ll help you.”   

( yukio couldn’t even help himself. but, dammit, he’ll help daisuke.. )

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‘ i want everything to stop ’

   it’s the first time he’s seen daisuke in such a state. the other is sat before him, knees pulled up to his chest as fingers dig themselves into dark pink strands. yukio can see the other physically shake as his breath comes out in short, gasping intervals. yukio’s familiar with anxiety and what it brings, and he’s almost sure that the other is in the middle of his own attack. when it’s just yukio, the raven usually deals with it alone, breathing heavily and keeping his eyes tightly shut as he tries to push out thoughts and feelings, tries to make everything stop.

     so, when daisuke mumbles out those very words, yukio pushes himself to make them come true, as he prayed for many a time before. his touch is cold, he knows this, but it’s also careful as he gently pulls daisuke’s hands away from his hair, easing the didgest away from ripping out anymore strands. they move then to cup the other’s face, thumbs brushing away tears as he rests his forehead against daisuke’s own.

                 “breathe slowly,” he whispers, gaze unwavering as it connects to the distressed mauve that stare back.

                      “i’m here,”

     another stroke of his thumb against the damp cheek, wiping away another stray tear. “i’m here, you’re not alone. it’s going to be okay. you don’t have to do this alone.”

    words carry weight. yukio remembers every single word of encouragement that daisuke has ever spoken to him, he’s drafted it away safe in his mind. his words helped yukio when he was at his worst.

    now, it’s time for the raven to return the favor.

               “focus on my voice. it’ll be over soon.”

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‘ choosing to protect ourselves is not failure ’

failure.

          it’s something yukio is familiar with. the feeling of failing, of not being good enough, or losing. he failed to control his quirk, to keep himself warm, so his mother died. he failed to do better, to strive to do his best, so his father avoided him. failing is all he seems to do. failing to protect himself, how is that not failure? usually, daisuke speaks words that ring true and clear in yukio’s fogged mind. however; those words in particular don’t seem to connect, not quite.

         his gaze shifts slightly toward the other, the pinkette is staring off ahead, looking up toward the sky no doubt counting the many stars that sweep over the vast darkness above. it’s one of their early morning chats on the roof of the school, and yukio is just confused and unsure. he doesn’t say anything though, he allows the words to linger more, to be picked apart until they are spread out before him.

          “…if you say so,” he decided is his safest bet. he’ll figure out what daisuke meant by that.

           someday.

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‘ hold my hand while our greatest tragedies are lost and forgotten ’ / you said do it sO

      the hand that is outstretched to him is radiated in warmth; not just physically but in sentiment also. it’s a hand yukio knows well. one whose fingers have brushed back the raven’s hair as he’s pulled from sleep as the bell ending their class rings in the distance. one that has pulled him up off the dirty ground after a long afternoon of training. one that has guided him through dark hallways in the early morning as they venture for late night snacks. the hand belongs to daisuke, a friend who means more to yukio than he can really allow himself to admit ( even thinking it makes a shiver run down his spine ). the hand is attached to an arm, that leads up to a shoulder, to a neck, then finally; a face.

        the face is filled with many emotions. yukio can see determination, fear, hope, and others that are foreign, ones that yukio isn’t use to. it’s the striking mauve eyes that flip the switch in yukio, that pull his arm that was once too heavy, up slowly as though a feather. it’s his eyes that cause yukio’s fingers to twitch as he carefully allows his hand to meet daisuke’s.

         his eyes scream trust me.

         and yukio does.