takutomaruki: art: 33_x_nm (this is my grave)

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[personal profile] takutomaruki 2025-02-28 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Maruki's fingers hovered over the keyboard, his lips quirking into something dangerously close to an actual smile.

He almost typed something else—something gentler, something teasing to match her playful energy. But the warmth tugging at his chest left him vulnerable, cracked open just a sliver too wide.

His thumb froze over the screen.

For a second—just a fraction of a second—his mind wandered.

Rumi.

He could still feel the weight of her against him, the way she'd fit so perfectly when she'd curl up close without a second thought. She used to joke about how it was easier to elbow him because of their height difference and he always tended to tease her about it. Even laughing about how her size had nothing to do with her strength that he could never match upto.

He’d meant that.

His smile faded, the moment slipping between his fingers like sand.

You shouldn’t be letting this happen.

The walls he'd carefully built around himself creaked faintly—just faintly—as something warm and human began to seep through.

His thumb flicked back over the keyboard.