Jun 22, 2025
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just another day at yukishima household
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22 yukishima? those boys are just so good for angst
Prompt # 22 - “Which part of me wasn’t enough?”
Thank you for this prompt!! Sorry it took me a couple of days to get to it <3
Which part of me wasn’t enough?
Yukio breaking up with him had been an unexpected shock. Though Renzou wasn’t sure breaking up was the right way to describe what had happened. Plainly speaking, Yukio had run away. The day after they had graduated from True Cross Academy, he’d left without a word, not a single goodbye, to him or to anyone else. Only a short letter had remained to reassure them that his disappearance was of his own volition so that they wouldn’t worry about why he’d gone inexplicably missing.
Renzou hadn’t expected it. But maybe he should have. He had sensed something had been off as of late. Yukio had been acting a little quieter, a little more spaced out than usual. But when he got like that, typically all Yukio needed was some space. Or so he thought. That was the problem. Renzou thought he’d always been good at reading Yukio’s mood, and that he had only become better at it over the past year that they had been dating. Clearly, he had miscalculated, and now all he had been left with was confusion and regret.
What should I have done instead?
Nobody really knew they were dating. After everything that had happened with the Illuminati, the two of them had felt drawn to each other in a way they couldn’t explain, and they’d had enough of themselves bared in a way that they normally wouldn’t have exposed willingly, so it felt nice to keep the privacy of their own feelings to themselves.
It had been a wordless thing at first. Renzou liked to sneak into Yukio’s room, his office, his favorite spot in the library—all the places he knew Yukio lurked to find solitude. Out of respect for that, they hung out in silence at first and it hadn’t felt awkward at all. It had felt comforting. Warm. It was a sort of companionship that wasn’t demanding. After a while, he noticed Yukio staring at him with a look of concentration that looked cute on him. Whenever Renzou met his eyes then, he couldn’t help but to smile at the embarrassed sight of Yukio sliding his gaze away.
Despite the growing attraction between them, when Renzou had first kissed him, Yukio had been surprised. Maybe he had been scared, too. There were fissures in his heart that Renzou understood intimately well. They left Yukio feeling vulnerable and unsure, and yet, despite his initial hesitation, he had clung to Renzou and kissed him back with an intensity that left them both breathless.
Renzou could still remember the sensation that had spread from his lips to the deepest part of him. He had felt happy. He had felt a little more whole than he had been just moments before. He had thought—ah, please don’t ever leave my side, and he thought Yukio had felt the same way. From then on after, every time he managed to make Yukio smile, every time he managed to make Yukio laugh, he thought the cracks that ran along the bruised skin of their hearts began to fill. Little by little, he thought they were healing together.
Stupid, Renzou scolded himself then. As he stared listlessly at the ceiling of his bedroom, he came to a decision. There was no point in regretting the past. There was no point in sulking. No. What mattered now was figuring out his next step.
--
If there was one skill that Renzou prided himself in, it was espionage. He had a knack for sniffing out information, so it didn’t take him more than a couple of months to figure out where Yukio had run off to.
To Yukio’s credit, he had given Renzou a good run for his money, but he probably hadn’t expected Renzou to be quite so obstinate in his pursuit. Who would follow their ex halfway across the world after having been dumped in the manner he had been? That was what Yukio had probably thought. Renzou understood that now. He understood a lot of things now that he finally had his eyes set on Yukio again.
He found him in New York. Renzou had expected to see him enrolled in some sort of medical school after hearing from Rin that it had been Yukio’s childhood dream to become a doctor. Instead, he found Yukio waiting tables at a cafe and returning to a small apartment where he lived all by himself. Like old times, Renzou didn’t hesitate to sneak in, and as he waited for Yukio to return from work, he took a good look at his surroundings.
The apartment was a lot less tidy than what anyone would expect from Yukio. There were stacks and stacks of books everywhere, as if the only thing Yukio did in his free time was lose himself in those books. His sink was empty of dishes, but in comparison, his trash was full to the brim. The smell of Chinese takeout permeated the air, and when Renzou opened the fridge, he spotted more containers of it inside, along with a handful of pre-cooked meals in the freezer.
Yukio didn’t cook, so Renzou was sure it had been a while since he’d had a good old fashioned home cooked meal. It probably wouldn’t compare to Rin’s, but Renzou knew how to get around the kitchen a little.
He had just finished turning off the stove when the sound of jingling keys caught his attention. Renzou looked towards the door just in time to see Yukio open it. When their eyes met, Yukio’s jaw dropped at once.
“R-Renzou?”
Renzou offered that shocked expression a slight smile.
“You hungry?” he asked as he slid the plain rice and steak he’d prepared into a pair of paper plates.
Yukio took a stumbling step forward and a myriad of emotions flashed across his face. He took in the scene in front of him with a quick sweep of his eyes, from the grocery bags, to the open window Renzou had used to sneak in.
“Why are you here?”
Instead of answering that question, Renzou countered with one of his own. “You didn’t have any plates,” he said as he began to set the table. “Not plannin’ to stay here long?”
“...I wasn’t sure,” Yukio said quietly. Understanding that Renzou was planning to be difficult, he slowly wandered closer and resigned himself to taking a seat on the table. When they were both sitting across each other, however, he did not seem inclined to start eating yet. Instead he stared at the home cooked meal uncomprehendingly. Maybe it was easier to look at it than to look at Renzou.
“I didn’t poison it,” Renzou pointed out as he took a bite of the steak. It needed a little more salt, so he reached for the salt shaker. The movement drew Yukio’s eye for a moment, but he looked away just as quickly.
“I know,” he said.
He finally picked up his utensils after that and began eating. “...It’s good,” he told Renzou after a few bites, as if he just remembered his manners. “Thank you.” But he didn’t smile.
They ate in silence. Despite everything, it wasn’t an uncomfortable one this time either. It almost felt as if they were back to their regular routine, but Renzou couldn’t turn a blind eye to the fact that it was a routine that had led them to this moment.
He had thought they understood each other through this silence just fine. But clearly, that wasn’t enough.
“You left,” Renzou said. It was a straightforward statement said in a straightforward manner.
Yukio flinched. Renzou only caught the minute, guilty expression because he was watching him closely.
“...Yeah.” Yukio struggled to decide whether to look defensive or resigned about it.
“Why?” Renzou pressed before Yukio could settle on which stance to take.
Silence filled the room.
“You couldn't even say goodbye to me?”
If he was more altruistic, he would point out how heartbroken and worried Rin was, but Renzou had always been a selfish person. He wasn’t the type of busybody who liked to get between other people’s familial relationships especially.
“Did ya think that was gonna be enough to push me away?” This question cut straight to the point too. Renzou tilted his head as he waited for Yukio to meet his gaze again. The sight of that stunned expression had Renzou smiling again. “You were tryin’ to make me hate ya, weren't you?”
“...”
“Let’s be honest, Yukio,” he chided him gently.
And with those words alone, in the face of that gentle demand, Yukio’s expression crumbled.
“You deserve better than me,” he whispered, confirming Renzou’s suspicions.
“Shouldn’t I be the one to make that decision?” Renzou shook his head. “Yukio, you’re the only one I want.”
He would say it as many times as he needed to for Yukio to understand it. He had to. He didn’t want there to be room for confusion or doubt.
“Why?” Yukio’s hands clenched around the plastic utensils Renzou had bought. “Why would you say that?”
Was it so hard to believe it?
Renzou put his utensils down on the table and rose to his feet. He closed the distance between them, unable to bear the few feet that had kept them apart from each other.
“I should have told ya this before,” Renzou said quietly as he slowly worked to loosen Yukio’s hands before taking them into his own. “Maybe you know it already and that’s why you ran away.”
Yukio didn’t seem to know where to rest his eyes.
Don't run away now, Renzou told him silently as he knelt before him.
“I love you, Yukio. Every part of ya. When you’re sad, when you’re angry, I wanna be by your side. Let me make you happy.”
“I don’t deserve it.”
“You do,” Renzou insisted, squeezing his hands.
Yukio shook his head. Over and over, until he let out a laugh that was incredulous.
“Even after everything?”
“Yeah.”
“You shouldn't forgive me for treating you like that,” Yukio said with a tone that was equal parts scolding and scathing.
He tried to pull his hands away but Renzou held on to them tightly. “Let me punish ya then. If my love is that unbearable, repent and let me love ya for the rest of my life.”
Yukio’s breath hitched. With such a loving threat presented to him, he seemed at a loss as to how to respond.
“...You’re so stupid,” he whispered, frustrated.
“I'm not the one who ran away full of foolish thoughts in his head.”
He received a glare for that, but it wasn’t full of much heat. Minutes later, when he saw Yukio’s turbulent emotions finally settle down, Renzou gently let go of his hands and cupped his face instead. He traced his thumbs over the face he knew so well, the dents and curves he had studied in the privacy of Yukio’s room. He wanted to kiss him.
“Are you happy here?” he asked.
Slowly, Yukio shook his head.
“Then let’s go home, Yukio.”
“I don't even know where that is anymore.” The whispered words were barely more than a lost, weary sigh.
Renzou tightened his grip on him, pressing his fingers firmly into Yukio’s skin as if the gesture would be sufficient enough to bind Yukio into his moment. It did jolt that tired gaze to meet his own.
“It doesn't have to be Japan. It doesn't have to be here. As long as I'm by your side, I’ll be happy. You feel the same way, don’t ya?”
You don’t have to be afraid of that, Renzou thought and he knew like he always did that Yukio understood what he was saying, but it felt a lot more real to say some things out loud. So he did.
“Don’t run away anymore,” he told him, and when Yukio finally nodded, when Yukio said “okay,” Renzou smiled.
(His smile widened when Yukio did, too.)
Look at you, waxing poetic about your boyfriend’s prowess.
This face of calm, confidence in Yukio’s ability though.
Aren’t you cute.
And you,
insulting your bae in the middle of your sibling quarrel.
If this isn’t Yukio’s way of showing affection, i don’t know what is.
Shima fanart from @29rynoah and @shiroufujimoto 's fanfiction Three's a Crowd on ao3 😳😳😳
I cannot recommend this fanfic enough to Yukishima shippers and people who just wanna appreciate Shima in general.
Yukishima Fanfic Prompt I Thought of at 2:54am:
Yukio has the runs and barely makes it to the bathroom. He manages to do the deed but finds he has no toilet paper. He notices a pair of shoes next to him in the other stall and swallows his pride to ask for some paper. Shima, who’s just been bailing work/class by reading manga in the stall (and is also high key lonely and a lil shit) is like: OwO human interaction?? “Yeah no problem bro but first we gotta play twenty questions, kay?” And Yukio contemplates whether he’s willing to sacrifice his underwear or his precious time and patience having to deal with this dumbass.
That’s it. That’s the story.
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