he takes a few steps toward his husband, reaching out his hand to touch his shoulder. giyuu sharply takes a step back, wrinkling his nose; as if sanemi smells unpleasant to him. “maybe it is because the play was absolute shit.”

hardwood. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. He dialed a third time, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps as he walked into the living room. He gripped his forehead willing himself not to lose it. "Pick up, please, please pick up," Giyuu begged, his voice cracked. Voicemail.

giyuu whines, irritated, biting out before he can think better of it, "--or give me someone who can."

All the sngy threadfics I’m ready rn has them all going in different directions and I just need them all to at they love each other. One pair is together, one is pregnant and doesn’t know it’s Giyuu he’s been with, and the other pair can’t communicate. I’m in PAIN 😫

a bit sluggish, tired, embarrassed — but in his head, there is no longer that customary heap of anxious thoughts. all he can think about for half the way back is their canopy and a deep, dreamless sleep, and maybe… maybe a warm embrace, if giyuu allows. sanemi is ready to beg.

Sanemi shook his head slowly and a tight, miserable sob escaped him. He squeezed his eyes shut. "You were gone," Sanemi rasped, his voice cracked. "Ten years ago... you just... you packed up for the cities. You disappeared... You left everything behind.”