[He fits so readily and easily into her arms, as if there was no fight in him at all. Tears flow down his cheeks beyond his control, viciously trying to wipe them away with the palm of his hand, only stopped when Reina takes his hand and pulls him close. Arms loop around him, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt and guiding his head to her shoulder.
"I know."
Reina always seemed to know, he muses to himself. If you asked him, there was no one who knew him better than her. Not even himself.
Its validating, in a way, his green eyes cast into the fabric. That this was something normal. Something they should've gotten years ago. A birthday just for him, just for her or just for Midorikawa. That there was one special day they could celebrate just for--
That.
Reina's words are heard, although his head's still swimming from hearing them. Someone...someone he cared about far more than he cared about himself...
Was glad he was born.
Arms snap to her sides, quickly pulling her close into an embrace, securing her there. Partially to keep her from pulling away, as if the longer he held her there, the more convincing an argument that would be. The tears don't stop, and his cries are far more audible now as he sniffles, using her sweater to dry his tears.
There's no words to that.
He can't think of anything more than a thank you. Because it's the most beautiful, nicest thing anyone has ever said to him.]
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"I know."
Reina always seemed to know, he muses to himself. If you asked him, there was no one who knew him better than her. Not even himself.
Its validating, in a way, his green eyes cast into the fabric. That this was something normal. Something they should've gotten years ago. A birthday just for him, just for her or just for Midorikawa. That there was one special day they could celebrate just for--
That.
Reina's words are heard, although his head's still swimming from hearing them. Someone...someone he cared about far more than he cared about himself...
Was glad he was born.
Arms snap to her sides, quickly pulling her close into an embrace, securing her there. Partially to keep her from pulling away, as if the longer he held her there, the more convincing an argument that would be. The tears don't stop, and his cries are far more audible now as he sniffles, using her sweater to dry his tears.
There's no words to that.
He can't think of anything more than a thank you. Because it's the most beautiful, nicest thing anyone has ever said to him.]
I--
Thank you, Reina...Thank you for everything.