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“Can I come visit Tsumiki with you?”
Megumi looked up from the flowers he was holding, raising an eyebrow.
“Why? You never met her.”
Yuuji looked into Megumi’s eyes. “But I know you, and she meant alot to you.” He smiled softly, “So let me be there for you.”
Megumi was preparing to head to the Fushiguro grave to visit Tsumiki. Yuuji had helped him pick out the flowers to leave, a beautiful bouquet of Dahlias and Asters.
Megumi visited her every month, particularly before big missions. He sees it as a good luck symbol. He tells Tsumiki about the mission and she sends him protection. He would get emotional, telling her he was sorry for how he acted when he was younger. For all the fights they had. For not doing his best to save her. For not saving her.
If Yuuji came, he’d see him like that. His face streaked with tears, his face red, his eyes red….. No way.
Yuuji never met her. He never knew how she was, what she liked, what her favorite food was. But maybe Yuuji’s known stubbornness was the reason he was swayed. That’s what he is blaming it on at least. Not because of the butterflies he feels at the thought of Yuuji comforting him, and definitely not because of the way Yuuji was looking into his eyes.
“..Sure, Yeah. That’s fine.” Megumi replied, giving a short nod. He pulled his jacket collar up, trying to hide the red that threatened to creep up his neck.
Yuuji smiled a little bigger, the scar next to his lips wrinkling with the movement. “Awesome.”
Megumi turned, starting towards the door. “Let’s go.. before it gets late.”
Yuuji followed behind.
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“I normally just…. sit right here and talk to her.” Megumi looked back at Yuuji, “You can do whatever you feel the need to.”
Megumi sat in front of the grave, replacing the old flowers with the new. He sat in silence for a bit, waiting for Yuuji to move. He stood there next to Megumi, watching him with too much emotion in his eyes. An emotion Megumi shared and tried to ignore. An emotion that carried the very reason Yuuji was here with him.
Megumi heard shuffling beside him as Yuuji sat on his knees. Megumi turned his head to look, only to be met with a sweet smile and an outreached hand. Megumi stared at the three fingers, confusion etched on his face. “..huh?”
“Hold my hand, Fushiguro.”
Megumi looked into Yuujis eyes, slowly raising his hand to lock hands. Yuuji nodded at him, turning back to face the grave. He lowered his head, closing his eyes and began whispering under his breath.
Megumi knew this sight all too well. He knew exactly what Yuuji was doing. He’d watch him do this for random civilians in missions and in shibuya.
Now here he was, praying for Tsumiki. Praying for Megumis sister, somebody he had never gotten the chance of meeting. Someone who he had heard Megumi talk and worry about. Someone that meant the most to Megumi.
Megumi felt his eyes start to sting, the all too familiar feeling when he sat in this very spot. But this time it was for a different reason. This time it was a positive feeling. A feeling of yearning rather than loss.
A tear escaped his eyes, followed by another, and another. He stared at Yuuji, wide eyed. His heart felt like it was thumping out of his chest. He took a shuddering breath, and Yuuji lifted his head. He stared at Megumi, eyes widening at the sight.
Without a second passing, Yuuji's other hand was on Megumi's cheek, wiping the tears with his thumb. He was saying something but Megumi couldn’t make it out. He felt like he was underwater, marshmallows blocking his ears and ability to hear.
A choked sob was heard and Megumi assumed it was himself, because before he knew it his face was being pressed into Yuuji’s shoulder, a hand rubbing circles in his back, the other still holding his.
And he cried. This time not for Tsumiki. But for the boy he was crying on to. The boy who he trusted as much as he trusted his sister.
The man he was in love with.
But Yuuji didn’t know that. He didn’t need to know that. For all he knows, Megumi is crying over his sister. Crying for his regrets. And Yuuji is there to tell him everything is okay. Yuuji is there to tell him that Tsumiki forgives him, and that she is watching over. But Yuuji can’t help but feel happy that Megumi was crying into his shoulder, wetting his hoodie. He couldn’t help the way his heart fluttered whenever Megumi clutched onto his jacket and squeezed his hand as another sob ripped its way out of his throat.
They both sat there for a while. Neither really knows how long. By the time Megumi looked up it was pitch dark out, but Yuuji didn’t mind. Yuuji shushed Megumi as he repeatedly apologized. He reassured him, he was there to comfort Megumi.
As they left the site, neither commented on the looks they shared with each other. They didn’t comment on the fact they still held each other's hand. And neither commented on the feelings they both had realized tonight.