[ Then you won't be. Four innocuous words, spoken by a dear friend, that builds the concept inside of Nen: Yuuto is Here. Yuuto is safe. Yuuto isn't Ten, but now? He's important to Nenonen. Very important.
The kiss that follows only further cements it. Nen's lips wobble, their face is a mess, eyes ashen instead of red on account of their dark blood...but there's something about their expression that is, perhaps for the first time, unguarded. Vulnerable in a way only Yuuto has drawn out of them so far with his gentle touch and promises.
Nen still flinches a little as he thumbs his hands through the tear tracks on their face, but not once do they let go of their hold on his shirt. Yuuto's their magnet, now, and Nen has no desire to leave his orbit. ]
I... I can walk.
[ Their face is sore from both crying and trying to hold it back at the same time, but their legs work. Nenonen doesn't want to linger on the bridge; it's highly likely they will never come here again. ]
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The kiss that follows only further cements it. Nen's lips wobble, their face is a mess, eyes ashen instead of red on account of their dark blood...but there's something about their expression that is, perhaps for the first time, unguarded. Vulnerable in a way only Yuuto has drawn out of them so far with his gentle touch and promises.
Nen still flinches a little as he thumbs his hands through the tear tracks on their face, but not once do they let go of their hold on his shirt. Yuuto's their magnet, now, and Nen has no desire to leave his orbit. ]
I... I can walk.
[ Their face is sore from both crying and trying to hold it back at the same time, but their legs work. Nenonen doesn't want to linger on the bridge; it's highly likely they will never come here again. ]