[ there it is again, that stupid squeezing ache in his chest. and just because suguru reaches out to carefully take the sunglasses off his face -- like he still knows that he's one of the only people allowed to touch them, like maybe the distance between them was really nothing after all. (just the summer heat.) ]
Stop fussing, mom. [ softly, voice laden with fondness. reaching out to tug at suguru's shirt, a silent demand for him to get back in bed already. ] Promise all my freakishly-sized limbs are still firmly stuck to me.
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Stop fussing, mom. [ softly, voice laden with fondness. reaching out to tug at suguru's shirt, a silent demand for him to get back in bed already. ] Promise all my freakishly-sized limbs are still firmly stuck to me.