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week 6, saturday
... Do you actually think the two of them are "guilty," Goro-kun?
[ the question might seem sudden, but it isn't really. Whenever the two of them are finally back "home," Majima will probably notice that Mizuki is quiet, for once, their expression heavier and deeper in thought than it usually is. This trial seems to be weighing on them. When they do speak, they look up at him and meet his eye - their expression is neutral, as is their tone but he might know them well enough at this point to recognize the unease lurking just beneath the surface. They're worried about something. Which is nothing new, in itself, but this time, they seem actually scared. ]
[ the question might seem sudden, but it isn't really. Whenever the two of them are finally back "home," Majima will probably notice that Mizuki is quiet, for once, their expression heavier and deeper in thought than it usually is. This trial seems to be weighing on them. When they do speak, they look up at him and meet his eye - their expression is neutral, as is their tone but he might know them well enough at this point to recognize the unease lurking just beneath the surface. They're worried about something. Which is nothing new, in itself, but this time, they seem actually scared. ]
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this surge of emotion only serves to strengthen his love for them, because he understands the importance of them showing this side of themself to him. they've allowed themself to be at their most vulnerable, which to him drives home the idea that he's important to them, too.
deep somewhere inside himself, he laughs. it really took him long enough to realize this much. idiot. ]
Don't cry, ya hear me? We all already know I'm lame as hell—you're supposed to be the cool one here. [ he whispers reassuringly.
slowly, gently, he starts to lead them over to the bed they've called theirs for the past week, but not for the reason they may have come to expect from him. for one, all he takes off are his shoes and his jacket before climbing onto the far side of the mattress, pointedly staying atop the covers as he pats the free pillows next to him. ]
C'mon, lie down with me. I'm here for ya.
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[ They have to be strong. They took on this job because they're strong - strong enough to look out for Akase, strong enough to cast aside Hisato, strong enough to sacrifice themself and 7 innocent people for the greater good. They're trying to be strong here, too. They wish they were actually as strong as they want to be, and that all of that wasn't eating them up inside deep where they buried it all. Mizuki's the one who was sneaking around Majima's back, and now he's the one comforting them, somehow. Pathetic - pathetic, pathetic...
Still, they can't push him away. They don't know why they can't. When he leads them over, they follow; when he beckons them to lay with him, they hesitate for a second or three before only allowing themself to sit on the edge of the bed, miserably wiping at their tears with the patch of bare skin between their glove and the cuff of their blouse. ]
... I shouldn't have gotten this close to you... I've made so many mistakes. I should know better, and I still...
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when they remain seated at the edge, he hesitates, then brings himself over to close the distance between them and lay by their side. ]
Oi, Mizuki. [ oh.
slowly, he reaches out to cover their hand with his, closing his fingers around theirs and squeezing. he hopes it'll get them to look his way, because if they do, they'll see a quiet intensity in his eye; this time, there are no tears, but there is an unmistakable sense of sorrow anyway. ] Are ya sayin' you regret it? Do ya regret us?
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Do they regret it? Mizuki stares into his good eye, reads the somber gravity in it. He's so serious about them; they knew that even before they started feeling seriously about him. They know their answer in an instant just seeing his face. As much as logic dictates that yes, they should regret this, all this is doing is hurting them both, they don't. All this time they've been struggling, he's protected them, forgiven them, been there for them, made them laugh. They can't throw all of that away. ]
No... I don't. [ without him, they'd be alone - they do have allies, they have partners, they have Beauty, but Majima is their truest friend here, and they don't know how far they'd fall without him. They retract their hand from his, but only for a moment - then it's on his cheek, instead, touching him lightly, as if he'll shatter when they move away. ] ... My regret is that I have to let you go.
[ because he's precious and kind and charming, and they're lonely, and even if everything goes perfectly, there's not a single chance they can ever meet again. That is their regret. This is nothing more than a sweet delusion - one they're too late to dispel and too deeply entrenched in to want to. They lean down, long hair draping across him; they hesitate with a quiet breath only inches away, but their lips fall on his soon after, soft, sad, yearning. ]
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[ he allows them to drape themself over him, their curtain of hair cascading over their shoulders like a screen that shuts the two of them off from the rest of the world. as he gazes up at them, he is absolutely confident for the first time that his feelings for them are so much more than a passing physical infatuation, an attempt to fill the hole that life always seems to carve out of him whenever things start looking up, a desperate cry of two lonely people who just want something in their godforsaken lives to make sense.
this realization gives him the courage to do what he couldn't before, when he had been too scared to lose the special connection he and mizuki had.
majima goro is done doing what's acceptable, what's expected of him, what's right.
majima goro is going to do what he wants to do.
so he does, as he cups their cheek and says with conviction, ]
I love you, Mizuki.
[ and kisses them the way he's wanted to—truly, deeply, wholeheartedly—for so long. ]
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He shouldn't say that - he's setting himself up for heartbreak, and them, too. The words fill them with a rush of adrenaline, heady and excited, and they feel their fingers ache to hold him close and keep him to themself; simultaneously, they feel a chill run down their spine, knowing he's crossed a line that they can't return from now. But - like a reminder in their mind - but, he knows, too. He knows full well what this means. He just said it himself. And they know, too. It's no longer a valid reason to hold back.
Do they love him? He's important, he's dear to them, they like being around him and being with him - these things are facts, and the reason they trusted him with their body first and their heart later. Love, though -- can they love a violent, one-eyed ex-yakuza from 160 years in the past, even only in a dream like this competition? Should they? He's so far from anything they could have imagined... Mizuki, uncharacteristically, doesn't know how to respond. They need to think more. But even knowing that, they find themself returning the kiss, lips full against his as their elbows sink into the bed and their body weight sinks onto him. They steal the confession from his mouth with a gentle, grateful passion, and they only stop for a moment to take a short breath congested with some emotion and give him the only answer they have in a quiet whisper against his lips. ]
I know.
[ and they're kissing him again, and praying that the tears welling up in their eyes don't fall a second time. ]
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it doesn't change the fact that he loves them regardless. that's just the simple truth. he's told them himself so many times—he isn't a man who goes back on his word. he's done living a life of regrets, what ifs, and if onlys.
he's just about to accept their decision and let them go when they dip back down and kiss him again of their own accord. that in itself gives him an answer beyond what words can say, and he folds his arms around their body as they open their heart to him. ]