[ In the end, there's apologies caught in both of their throats, aren't there? Kuro was getting into trouble even when he and Nazuna were still friends, back when he was full of so much anger - at the world, at his father, at how his mother was getting worse and worse, at Nazuna's manager and parents who didn't seem to realize what their son was going through - that he his hands were more at home as fists. He could've used that to fight for Nazuna, maybe. To fight to maintain their friendship more than some holiday texts when it became abundantly clear that he was being ghosted.
He fought, still, but not for that. It might've had the ulterior, goodhearted purpose of helping maintain his family, the weight of it all resting on his shoulders, but - the road to hell is paved in good intentions, and all that.
Someone like Nazuna didn't need more hell in his life.
But he suddenly goes from a bouncing nod, a beatific smile, to closing the chasm he thought could only get wider. There's a small oof, but the impact doesn't really faze him much. What really packs a punch is the intent, the warmth, of the gesture.
Instead of saying anything, he just folds down over Nazuna, wrapping him up in his arms and squeezing him close, his cheek against the side of his blond head. ]
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He fought, still, but not for that. It might've had the ulterior, goodhearted purpose of helping maintain his family, the weight of it all resting on his shoulders, but - the road to hell is paved in good intentions, and all that.
Someone like Nazuna didn't need more hell in his life.
But he suddenly goes from a bouncing nod, a beatific smile, to closing the chasm he thought could only get wider. There's a small oof, but the impact doesn't really faze him much. What really packs a punch is the intent, the warmth, of the gesture.
Instead of saying anything, he just folds down over Nazuna, wrapping him up in his arms and squeezing him close, his cheek against the side of his blond head. ]