[ Following the instructions, he nods, taking a long, deep breath in before he breathes out, fingers brushing absently along the shake of Tsurumaru's spine.
He's solid. Warm. Perfect, in his arms, and Aki lets himself hold onto that, lets himself bask in the comfort of Tsuru being here, at his side, not running off again. ]
I want to. I want to live.
[ A confession in itself. He leans back, tilting his head up to look at Tsurumaru, expression softer now. ]
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He's solid. Warm. Perfect, in his arms, and Aki lets himself hold onto that, lets himself bask in the comfort of Tsuru being here, at his side, not running off again. ]
I want to. I want to live.
[ A confession in itself. He leans back, tilting his head up to look at Tsurumaru, expression softer now. ]
I'm happy, Tsuru.