[ keigo knew he wasn't being unreasonable, but it was hard not to feel that way after everything he had been through. he had always been told he was overreactive and dramatic, that he blew things out of proportion, and as a result, that was all he could he assume. even this, where he felt he couldn't trust his own thoughts, felt too much. that he should have never brought it up, that he was worrying renji for no reason.
he sighed softly, leaning into his palms and snaking his fingers through his hair. his eyes squeezed shut, a grimace pulled at his lips, and he considered just telling renji to forget it—
but the heavy weight of renji's palm interrupted any inclination to do so. keigo's eyes opened as he listened to renji, took in every word with an increasing sense of belonging that he yearned for. renji was being genuine, telling keigo not just what he wanted to hear, but what he needed to hear. his heart fluttered in his chest as renji's fingers closed around his shoulder, and keigo tilted his head upward, hands slowly sinking back down against his knees.
tears welled in his eyes. whether renji realized it or not (bets were on "not"), that combination of reassurance and genuine care was what keigo needed. and the tears were the evidence of that overwhelming emotion: gratitude. ]
Th... thank you, Renji. Thank you.
[ keigo felt those tears well up, rolling down his face liberally. if anything, he was in touch enough with his emotions to not be too ashamed by the display. he probably would find reason to be humiliated after the fact, such as when he decided to stand up and close the distance between them.
keigo's arms slipped around renji's waist and his face pressed against his chest. his voice was muffled, but it was clear he was crying, overwhelmed with frustration, fear, and that sense of belonging renji bestowed upon him.
with a shuddering sound, keigo continued his thought, hands tight at renji's back. ]
But the reason I've been okay so far is because of you.
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he sighed softly, leaning into his palms and snaking his fingers through his hair. his eyes squeezed shut, a grimace pulled at his lips, and he considered just telling renji to forget it—
but the heavy weight of renji's palm interrupted any inclination to do so. keigo's eyes opened as he listened to renji, took in every word with an increasing sense of belonging that he yearned for. renji was being genuine, telling keigo not just what he wanted to hear, but what he needed to hear. his heart fluttered in his chest as renji's fingers closed around his shoulder, and keigo tilted his head upward, hands slowly sinking back down against his knees.
tears welled in his eyes. whether renji realized it or not (bets were on "not"), that combination of reassurance and genuine care was what keigo needed. and the tears were the evidence of that overwhelming emotion: gratitude. ]
Th... thank you, Renji. Thank you.
[ keigo felt those tears well up, rolling down his face liberally. if anything, he was in touch enough with his emotions to not be too ashamed by the display. he probably would find reason to be humiliated after the fact, such as when he decided to stand up and close the distance between them.
keigo's arms slipped around renji's waist and his face pressed against his chest. his voice was muffled, but it was clear he was crying, overwhelmed with frustration, fear, and that sense of belonging renji bestowed upon him.
with a shuddering sound, keigo continued his thought, hands tight at renji's back. ]
But the reason I've been okay so far is because of you.