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[ takumi's features subtly soften, and he smiles. ]

See you, Aotsuki.

[ Despite Eito's occasional trouble with making out expressions, the shifts in Takumi's have always been easier for him to discern. He's an expressive person.

The smile is returned, gentle and so sincere it surprises even him. ]

Goodnight, Takumi-kun. See you soon.

[ Just in case, huh. Takumi's visit today has given him a lot to chew on, to put it lightly.

Eito sleeps surprisingly well that night—better than usual, at least. Perhaps his subconscious knows he could use the strength, given that he'll be using his infuser for the first time since the Incident.

He doesn't expect to see Takumi until later in the morning, given how heavy a sleeper he is when no one wakes him... but much to Eito's surprise, there's a knock on his door bright and early. By then, he's already dressed and ready, so he has no issue greeting Takumi at the door, his infuser tucked away. ]

Ready to go?

Edited 2026-01-18 23:06 (UTC)

[ whereas eito managed to sleep pretty peacefully, takumi had some trouble settling down.

he'd laid in bed, thick, heavy blankets pulled up to his chest and mind racing as he considered worst case scenarios. because sirei didn't divulge enough information, takumi envisioned a reality in which eito transforming somehow permanently killed him. it was his soul that was injured in the first place, so it wouldn't be unreasonable to believe he was strongly weakened. and if not that, then... dying because of eito's idea. which, takumi had reminded himself, eito hadn't gotten into the details of.

he still woke up early though. much earlier than takumi is often capable of, usually sleeping up until the morning announcement and well into everyone's breakfast. the skin beneath his eyes is a bit dark when he greets eito at his door. ]

Yeah. [ takumi nods, fingering curling around his infuser in his pocket. ] Come on.

[ he leads eito from the rooftop through the school itself and towards the infirmary. it's when they've stopped in front of its door that takumi reaches out and grasps eito's sleeve. ]

...You haven't told me what we'll be doing.

[ None of their classmates seem to be around, which Eito counts as a blessing. At this hour, they're probably concentrated in the cafeteria for breakfast.

The second Takumi grasps his sleeve, Eito almost jerks away, his first instinct being to recoil as though he's been burned. It takes no small amount of effort to keep from doing so, but given what he's about to ask Takumi to help with in the infirmary, this bare minimum level of closeness should be nothing. Should be.

Though his body visibly stiffens, when Eito responds, his tone is airy and light, as casual as ever. Is it just him, or does Takumi look even uglier than usual this morning? A rare lack of sleep, perhaps? ]

Oh, did I not mention it? We're investigating.

[ He remains cryptic not only to keep Takumi on his toes and watch him squirm, but in case he were to refuse the idea at the last minute. If he says it upfront, Takumi might say no, and then what? Eito could experiment on his own, but a full comprehension of what's going on with his soul would elude him if he has no one to compare his results with. He is not content to stand by and wait for this unpleasant, agonizingly empty feeling in his chest to dissipate on its own.

Before Takumi can protest, the door opens, and Eito moves to step inside. It's no surprise that the infirmary is just as creepy as it always is. Countless orange-red lights cast eerie, crimson shadows over their faces, painting a grim scene with an unsettling atmosphere. ]

[ Once the door closes behind them, Eito states the obvious aloud. Yesterday, when Takumi let it slip that he had questioned Sirei about Eito's condition, something had clicked into place, and now, the evidence is continuing to pile up. ]

Even now, you're worried about me. Far more than you tend to worry about the others.

[ Eito takes out his infuser, but makes no indication that he'll actually use it yet. The blank look he gives Takumi makes it clear that he's expecting an explanation first and foremost. ]

[ 'investigating'.

takumi isn't sure what to think of it, but considering recent events... whatever it is that eito wants to do must have to do with his chest cavity—or his soul, more specifically. however, that does leave takumi wondering what role he will be playing here. will he be watching eito do what he wants to do or will takumi be an active participant somehow? the thought of experiencing the pain that eito did when he'd been injured is a bit daunting to think about... pain generally is, but this is different. takumi had said so himself.

of course, he isn't given a chance to confront how vague eito is being. the door to the infirmary has closed behind them, and eito has pointed out something that takumi has been rather avoidant about, consciously or otherwise. ]

What's wrong with that?

[ he huffs and gives eito a glance. takumi then saunters further into the infirmary with both hands now in his pockets. ]

Or do you not want me to care about you?

[ takumi had briefly considered protesting the latter half of eito's statement but decided it wouldn't help his case. he chooses not to address it directly. ]

Edited 2026-01-20 22:58 (UTC)

Ah, and there's that binary thinking of yours. Seeing things in black-and-white terms, as always. Right, or wrong. Caring, or detached.

It's... more complicated than that.

[ Eito's gaze drops as his thumb rubs against the hilt of his infuser. The kanji for the number four is engraved into it—the same kanji meaning 'death'. The irony of it has never escaped him.

He knows he's putting him on the spot, but Eito can't see things in such simple terms. Does he want Takumi to care about him? It's a difficult question with an answer that has countless layers to it, layers Eito hasn't even explored.

It would be easier if he didn't care, but... Eito wants him to. He wants Takumi's attention on him. He wants his affection, as useless as it might be.

Eito meets Takumi's eyes again, head-on, giving him no room to dodge the statement. ]

Takumi-kun, you went on what can only be described as a vicious killing spree for my sake.

[ no longer facing eito, takumi takes the opportunity to gather himself. he willfully swallows his mounting apprehension, the lingering embarrassment from being called out, and curls his fingers tighter around his infuser in hopes it'll ground him. he feels a bit like a caged animal right now. being forced to acknowledge what he'd been pointedly averting his eyes from is causing his heart to race.

there's a beat of silence where takumi just doesn't respond. eito might see his head lower a little, and then takumi eventually replies in a more serious, quiet tone. ]

I didn't want to lose you.

[ just entertaining the thought makes his stomach churn. he doesn't like it. ]

The you I met before—he was my best friend. He reassured me when it counted, and I liked spending time with him and listening to him talk. I know that what he felt for me was a lie, but... what I felt wasn't.

[ takumi feels stupid just bringing this up. it's not like eito remembers anything. ]

I do care about you. Despite everything, I always have. I didn't think I'd have to spell it out.

[ he finally turns to face eito. ]

And before you think I'm projecting him onto you, I'm not.

[ Now it's Eito's turn to fall silent, because what is he supposed to do with all that? Takumi's heartfelt honesty, his courage and resolve—it makes his heart beat that much faster. Much like his chest cavity, the sensation is unpleasant.

Eito has spent most of his life despising humanity to the point of wanting to eradicate it. For so long, that pure hatred was the only thing that kept him going. That's why he can't even begin to fathom what kind of relationship he had with Takumi in that other timeline. It's too far removed from his own experiences, and Takumi has made it clear that he knows this, too.

But despite that omnipresent mask he used to wear, was there a chance that Eito felt something more complex for Takumi, just as he must admit he does now? While Takumi has those memories to go off of, all this version of himself has is the present, and the knowledge that Takumi could have killed him for his betrayal, yet chose not to.

Eito wishes he could meet this past self of his and dissect his brain, all so he could have a chance at understanding.

What he knows now is that he wants to protect his stupid, ugly, disgusting, hideous friends. And above all, he wants to protect Takumi, too. ]

I wasn't going to accuse you of projecting.

[ That's a half-truth at best, but it's distressing that Takumi knows him well enough to read his mind. Eito doesn't want to confront that. ]

[ Eito takes a deep, shuddering breath and presses onward with his own deflection, if only because he has no idea how to process Takumi's genuine words. Give him some time. ]

... Allow me to go over what I want to investigate. If we're lucky, the results might give us some clarity regarding the injury I sustained.

[ Or they'll learn nothing and this will result in little more than a bloody mess painting the infirmary, but Eito is not going to dwell on that right now. There's already enough to ruminate over. ]

We will both activate our Hemoanima, and then I would like you to reach into my chest cavity and grasp my soul in the palm of your hand.

[ Takumi isn't the only one who can read minds here—Eito knows he'll be stunned into silence, which gives him the perfect chance to continue. ]

The reason you'll be using your infuser is because I want to compare results. That is, I'll be doing the same to yours.

You'll do this for me. Won't you, Takumi-kun?

[ yeah, eito knows takumi just as well. his reveal absolutely renders takumi speechless, and his face pales considerably.

you've got to be kidding. ]

[ okay. breathe. ]

...You're crazy.

[ he has to establish that first. ]

How do I know you won't just keel over the instant I touch it? This is too dangerous.

[ time to use those manipulative skills, aotsuki. ]

So I've been told! I won't deny that allegation.

[ ^__^ ]

And that's the thing. You don't know. But if I were to 'keel over', I trust that you wouldn't let my unconscious body hit the ground. You just said it yourself—you care about me.

[ ❤️ ]

In the worst case scenario, the Revive-O-Matic is right here. We wouldn't even need a recovery drone! I must admit, suggesting the infirmary was unusually practical of you.

[ .......dude. eito's never going to let takumi live that little heartfelt confession down, will he? ]

I—ugh, no, I wouldn't let you hit the floor.

[ they'd be transformed, so he can't even argue that eito's huge body would flatten him out, either. enhanced strength and all. this sucks. ]

And it's not that surprising. I'm supposed to be looking out for everyone.

[ takumi removes his hands from his pockets and uncomfortably crosses them over his chest. ]

Seriously, if you die, I'm going to be mad.

Of course you will. You can be anything you want to be, but I need you. Who else could I rely on to help solve this mystery other than our dear Team Leader?

[ Truth be told, the reason Eito trusts Takumi with this has nothing to do with the whole Team Leader thing, and everything to do with Takumi, the person. But Takumi doesn't need to know that. ]

[ 'I need you.'

the magic words... ]

Fine, whatever! I'll go along with it, but only because this could benefit us in the long run.

[ he really is too easy. ]

Just tell me what I need to do.

[ takumi gives eito a sulky look before reaching into his pocket and withdrawing his infuser. ]

I knew you would.

[ So easy. Eito meets Takumi's pout with a bright smile, bringing his free hand to his chest and holding it over his heart in a dramatic show of gratitude. ]

We'll use our infusers at the same time, and go from there. Ready, Leader?

Got it.

[ he steadies the blade over his chest, shares a glance with eito, and then drives it into his heart.

takumi is used to the pain by now, the sensation of hot, searing hemoanima coursing through his veins and igniting his blood with magic and misery. he believes it's a good thing that he chose the infirmary; no one will question stray blood spatters on the floor or notice a drone dispatch to recover a potential body. though, takumi does try to stifle his scream just in case. chalk that up to being paranoid most of the time.

as for his paranoia regarding eito... it would appear that his body did not reject his transformation. he stands beside takumi as he usually would, elegant with thick, black lashes lined in red. takumi breathes a shaky sigh of relief. ]

...Alright, step one down. Now, what?

[ he approaches eito's side and pauses. ]

[ As always, they're perfectly in sync when they trigger their transformations. Though Takumi's appearance is affected by Eito's cognitive disorder whether he's in class armor or not, the pale flames of his soul always stand out in Eito's eyes. Something his gaze can always come back to, like a compass showing him the way home. ]

Now...

[ In some other life, if Eito was more prepared to handle simple touch, perhaps he would guide Takumi's hand toward his chest. Perhaps he would caress his palm, gently weave their fingers together, and bring that hand up toward his soul.

However, Eito does no such thing. It's nothing more than a brief, pointless fantasy. ]

Extend your hand out toward my chest cavity, and just—feel it out with your grimy little fingers, I suppose. Don't just stick it in.

Edited 2026-01-21 17:23 (UTC)

[ if takumi weren't so skittish at the idea of probing? fingering? eito's body, then he would've quipped back with a, 'they're not grimy.' instead, he peers up at eito for a moment before lifting his hand and slowly reaching towards the other's broad chest. he can see eito's soul—still a bit wilted from his earlier injury—burning before his eyes, wispy, soft edges dissipating and reappearing like smoke.

takumi suddenly pauses. bites into his bottom lip. he swears he can hear his heart pounding in his ears. ]

Aotsuki... [ he hates the way his voice wavers. ] Tell me if it hurts.

[ with that said, takumi steels himself and brings his fingers past the outer rim of eito's chest cavity, carefully, marginally, and with the intention to feel what's inside.

...it's hot. burning? but not painful.

heat envelops takumi's hand, unfurling and closing around his knuckles and palm in a gesture he almost thinks is welcoming. though, that could just be his imagination... he is taken by the strange sensation, regardless, allowing the warmth to tickle his skin through his glove. however, soon realizing that he's just barely gone more than two inches inside, takumi decides to outstretch his fingers and search for something a bit more tangible—eito's soul, as eito himself said. ]

This—

[ takumi starts to speak but quickly shuts up upon making contact with a distinct wetness. and confused, takumi strokes it.

huh. ]

[ Eito holds his breath as Takumi's fingers first enter him, his body standing stock-still, unnaturally stiff. Takumi is so delicate about it, so thoughtful and thorough, and when his fingers outstretch, all of a sudden Eito feels as though his chest is on fire.

And then—a long, trembling gasp slips past his lips as soon as Takumi finds and strokes what Eito can only describe as his core. Eito doesn't even hear the low whine that follows, a desperate, yearning thing. His head droops forward, hair falling into his eyes and forehead hovering above Takumi's shoulder as a wave of pure and unadulterated heat washes over him like a tidal wave.

The sound he makes is raw, almost pained, but Eito wouldn't describe the sensation of Takumi grasping his soul as painful at all. Far from it. Rather, it's a foreign, sensitive feeling of being filled to the brim, of finding what his mind, body and soul have been missing since he got that wound. Since long before then, even. ]

Haah, t-this—?

[ It comes out as a low hiss, and his hands, which he has no idea what to do with, clench and unclench at his sides, fingers flexing around nothing. The inexplicable desire to reach out for Takumi to steady himself is there, and it takes actual willpower to stay still and wait, to let Takumi explore and follow through with what Eito asked of him. ]

Use—your words, Takumi-kun.

[ He would despise how pitiful he sounds if it didn't feel so unbearably good. ]

[ the noise eito initially makes sends a pang of sharp panic into takumi's stomach, and he immediately seizes up in surprise. he then jerks his head up to search eito's features, fingers motionless but still lodged into eito's chest. however, what he's greeted with... isn't an expression of pain. at least, from what he can see before eito slumps forward and obscures his view. that must mean it's fine, then, right...? probably? takumi also notes that they are standing incredibly close to each other now; the warmth of eito's body is nearly palpable.

...okay.

he audibly gulps and stifles a shiver of anxiety. when takumi speaks, there's a raspy quality to his voice. ]

Sorry, [ he says, unsure if this is something he should be apologizing for or not. ] I know you said not to, uh. Stick it in.

[ cringing at his phrasing, takumi sucks in a breath and twitches his fingers. again, there's something wet under them, a bit smooth and silky. he deliberately drags the tips down the expanse of this... thing. soul? heart? viscera? he honestly can't tell. but what takumi can discern is the fact eito's voice is kind of... distracting. ]

I meant to say that this is weird. Not in a bad way, just—it's really hot inside.

[ why does his mouth feel dry...? ]

Edited 2026-01-21 20:31 (UTC)

[ 'It's really hot inside.' The way that statement sends a fresh ripple of heat through his trembling body feels. Nonsensical. But Eito can't deny that it does, and he shivers again, feeling utterly helpless. ]

T-Takumi—kun—be quiet.

[ Yes, he is well aware that he literally just told Takumi to use his words, but Takumi surely knows that Eito's difficult, contradictory nature is par for the course. And Takumi should not be apologizing. ]

L-Let me— I need—

[ It's a miracle he's still standing upright with how much his shoulders are shaking. Eito manages to look back up, pupils blown dark and wide, long lashes fluttering rapidly. Then, he does exactly what he told Takumi not to do, reaches out, and all but shoves his hand inside Takumi's soul. It's ruthless, with no build-up whatsoever, only greed and desperation.

He squeezes hard around Takumi's soul, then slows, running his thumb over that same wetness Takumi is touching. Grazes over it gently, rubbing back and forth, meticulous and exploratory.

With Takumi's hand still wrapped around his core, those slender fingers of his twitching, Eito's vision goes blank. At least, he thinks it does, until he sees several images playing out behind his eyelids in quick succession, much like the flashbacks he had days ago.

Except this time, what he sees is not a reel of his own traumas, but Takumi. Sumino Takumi, for who he really is: a striking, handsome young man.

However, Takumi isn’t the only image he sees. Eito also sees himself, standing by Takumi’s side, practically towering over him with how much shorter and smaller Takumi is. Eito watches their first meeting play out, followed by other scattered, random scenes. One moment, they’re in the library together, hunched over a stack of books and chatting animatedly; the next, Eito is winking at Takumi and waving, Takumi giving him a small, embarrassed smile in response.

It is incredibly overwhelming. Eito doesn’t realize just how hard he’s squeezing Takumi’s insides all the while, large hand balled into a fist. His other hand has found purchase on Takumi’s shoulder, which he is not currently registering as slimy or disgusting. He grips onto it, something akin to a half-sob, half-groan rising from his throat. ]

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