[there's a part of Rin that will always -- be a little shocked, in that his first crush never got to bloom into his first love, not properly, but rather withered on the vine for the lonely years in Australia, and then suffered replanting after replanting. it's not romantic or poetic, how it's all turned out, but it's real. honestly, nothing's ever been realer than what he's got with Makoto, now; the kind of aching, wonderful, scary real of working for something and achieving it, instead of the sharp sting of immature longing and constant misunderstanding. he's built something with Makoto, and he wants to protect it with everything he has]
I didn't mean for it to happen here, either, because I thought it would -- still mess everything up, or whatever, but then it did happen, and it was really good. Really, good.
[there's an edge of insistence in his voice, like he needs Sousuke to understand the road he's traveled to get so far from where he was two years ago (tangling up Sousuke in his lines, as he doesn't quite realise he does -- but then Matsuokas were always fishermen)]
We had our first anniversary this summer. We're talking about -- moving in, together, next month.
[and suddenly realising he's been avoiding the name out of something like fear (of Sousuke's reaction) or guilt (of Haru's involvement and noninvolvement), he adds]
-- Me and Makoto. From, Iwatobi.
[(maybe this kind of distance is too much too soon for Sousuke, having not been here to see the growth and development of a slow, rather caring relationship, but it's all or nothing with Rin, as usual)]
[Rin wants to say something like I should've told you, or I'm sorry I kept it a secret, but it doesn't quite make it past sharp teeth, clenched in anxiety]
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[there's a part of Rin that will always -- be a little shocked, in that his first crush never got to bloom into his first love, not properly, but rather withered on the vine for the lonely years in Australia, and then suffered replanting after replanting. it's not romantic or poetic, how it's all turned out, but it's real. honestly, nothing's ever been realer than what he's got with Makoto, now; the kind of aching, wonderful, scary real of working for something and achieving it, instead of the sharp sting of immature longing and constant misunderstanding. he's built something with Makoto, and he wants to protect it with everything he has]
I didn't mean for it to happen here, either, because I thought it would -- still mess everything up, or whatever, but then it did happen, and it was really good. Really, good.
[there's an edge of insistence in his voice, like he needs Sousuke to understand the road he's traveled to get so far from where he was two years ago (tangling up Sousuke in his lines, as he doesn't quite realise he does -- but then Matsuokas were always fishermen)]
We had our first anniversary this summer. We're talking about -- moving in, together, next month.
[and suddenly realising he's been avoiding the name out of something like fear (of Sousuke's reaction) or guilt (of Haru's involvement and noninvolvement), he adds]
-- Me and Makoto. From, Iwatobi.
[(maybe this kind of distance is too much too soon for Sousuke, having not been here to see the growth and development of a slow, rather caring relationship, but it's all or nothing with Rin, as usual)]
[Rin wants to say something like I should've told you, or I'm sorry I kept it a secret, but it doesn't quite make it past sharp teeth, clenched in anxiety]