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He had become the sun.
Warm, gentle, kind-
The fingers which cards through his hair nearly always curls slightly inwards, tugging fondly at the soft, dark locks they ensnare and Karamatsu speaks of nothing as he allows his eyes to fall closed, nestled almost comfortably against the other.
-bright, dazzling stunning-
He can never be rid of those eyes now, it seems. Try though he might, they appear and lock onto his gaze, studying him, shining with a hardened light which is a struggle to force himself to pay no mind to.
-striking, brilliant, arresting-
He seldom leaves his side, a fact which served as both his greatest assurance and grievious misfortune in the initial days that had passed. His smile had ultimately become his and his alone, one which could be summoned at will seemingly without any effort, and this fact was all that he had to content himself with.
-beautiful, tantalizing, cloistering-
One day he had seen him gazing out of the window, transfixed by the moist droplets which slid down the glass panes. He had reached over and closed a tentative hand round his wrist, drawing the latter over to his side and graced him with another one of his seemingly welcoming, assuring smiles which bore not the slightest semblance of it being a true one.
A few hours later the lumination in the room had come to be brazenly yellow, unslanted and unhindered thanks in part due to the bookshelf which now stood erect in place of their view outside.
-tremulous, constricting, choking-
At times now he would cry and cling onto his hoodie, soaking obsidian with tears which have become far from hardpressed to shed. The latter would draw him nearer without complaint and allow him to unravel while speaking of nothing all the while, and soon his own silent tears would be lost amid the latter's sobs as he too came undone.
-frightening, blissful, loving-
They would fight sometimes, far more than per usual and over what was perceived to be the most meaningless of things. Words spat in the heat of the moment weren't spared of their irrepressible fury and would often result in both parties going their separate ways. On these days, he is unable to sleep, unable to do little else but wallow in his hurt and abashment while the other carries himself about as if their dispute meant little more to him than a broken lock. Of course, the whole of their affairs are resolved fairly quickly without much difficulty as it was usually wont to now with or without their ready compliance, for their present circumstances prevented the latter prospect from even being an option worthy of considering.
-sheltering, guarding, waiting-
He despises the way that the latter has grown to treat him at times, but his appeals are far more easily set aside now than ever it had been. Despite this, he had refused to be completely put off and shot back once, twice, before the other at last answered him with darkness and silence for so long a time that he dared not voice his complaints upon release- lest he be faced with close quarters which scarcely left him any room to breathe again.
-beckoning, warning, chiding-
He has grown to read him better, has often attempted now to identify any new or unfamiliar behaviors exhibited by the other and takes mental note of them for future reference. The process is far from a simple one and leaves much to be desired, but each successful review is rewarding, doubly so where his affairs are concerned.
-soothing, comforting, stirring-
He looks at him, and it is so painfully easy to forget his eyes were shadowed prior to their gazes having met, so easy to ignore the absence of its once ever present shine which had since been molten down to a dull luster. There were times once when he had managed to find it pitiful, other times when it had wracked him with complete and utter sympathy. Presently, it was simply another annoyance festering and hardening as much as a bowl of rice would if it were kept packed away inside a fridge for too long.
-freezing, burning, withering-
Osomatsu is strong, that is why he had become the sun. Karamatsu on the other hand has long since fallen short of everything that would allow one to call himself the same.
Worthy, meaningful and vibrant.
Such words failed to suit him, yet in accordance to the other, they apparently did so much to his growing disagreement and discomfort. Still, his eldest brother loved him, cherished him, spent minutes, hours, days by his side as he was allowed to with nary a word in opposition in doing so, and at first it was so, so, easy, nearly effortless to draw the second born in. It was almost humiliating on the latter's part for having allowed himself to be ensnared in arms which were not at all eager to let go once he was subject to their vise-like and unceasing grip, but even the slightest hint of complaint or refusal would only serve to render them tighter still.
And so with time, he had become his sun- his singular, bright, unrelenting sun- and Karamatsu had decided he was fine with this, was more than thrilled by such a thorough prospect which had come to enshroud his reality in its entirety-
-until the day that he wasn’t.