[ as they both settle in, denji lowers his chin until it rests over the crown of aki’s head. the position is snug, protective in a way that feels casual only because it’s so familiar between them. the blanket shifts as he adjusts his grip, freeing one hand just enough to lift the crumpled sheet of paper he’d been carrying around all day. the paper hovers above them both as he reads over it again, eyes drifting along the lines with quiet concentration, wondering if he should add more to it or not.
aki’s breaths are slow and steady, unsure of whether he truly helped him to break out of spiraling further or not, but he'd like to believe his friend might be feeling a bit better now. he then stretched his arm, reaching out with a bit of struggle to place his precious speech over the nightstand behind aki. excuse him while he crushes you a bit, buddy. ]
If that's what you guys want, I will support you. But, there better be some dancing, even if it's just a small group. It will be a sad wedding without music, ya know.
[ All those plans, all the choices they made, all of it feels so wrong and fake, now. They're plans made by a different Aki, a man who isn't able to connect with the person that he still is - and he just cannot fathom it. He can't picture making all of those things happen and enjoy them, not when half of the people he had thought would be there are dead and buried, lost to him forever.
He doesn't mind being crushed. He just holds on to Denji, and accepts the reminder that he's alive as he sucks in air. ]
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aki’s breaths are slow and steady, unsure of whether he truly helped him to break out of spiraling further or not, but he'd like to believe his friend might be feeling a bit better now. he then stretched his arm, reaching out with a bit of struggle to place his precious speech over the nightstand behind aki. excuse him while he crushes you a bit, buddy. ]
If that's what you guys want, I will support you. But, there better be some dancing, even if it's just a small group. It will be a sad wedding without music, ya know.
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[ All those plans, all the choices they made, all of it feels so wrong and fake, now. They're plans made by a different Aki, a man who isn't able to connect with the person that he still is - and he just cannot fathom it. He can't picture making all of those things happen and enjoy them, not when half of the people he had thought would be there are dead and buried, lost to him forever.
He doesn't mind being crushed. He just holds on to Denji, and accepts the reminder that he's alive as he sucks in air. ]
As long as you're there, I'll be happy.