[ the past few hours have been something of a blur, though if asked oushi wouldn't be able to recall anything that had transpired prior to it. it's good that nobody's actually asked him, though, because he would have said something embarrassing like, does it matter? life didn't really start until i saw him. "him" being none other than gojou satoru, a man he had only met once prior to all this, and yet somehow seeing him across the food stalls during today's festival had felt like the true first time, as if he were seeing the young man in a light he hadn't been privy to before.
it's — a deeply suspicious thing, frankly, and oushi had thought as much for all of three seconds before something far more primal kicked into gear in his brain, and suddenly it became extremely important that he never let the other man out of his sight again. crowding him, grabbing at his wrist, pulling him close, dragging him along. maybe oushi might have felt bad for his behavior, if gojou didn't seem to enjoy every second of it, or at the very least enable the worst of it.
that's how they end up spending the better half of the afternoon together. sharing snacks, drinking from the same bottle, even slaving meticulously over the goldfish catching game all to ensure they had walked away with a "matching pair" (oushi's was mostly white with orange spots, while gojou's orange with a smattering of white). and now, here, in the ferris wheel, the hotel's simulated sun sinking deep into the horizon to cast a pinkish haze over their entire surroundings. nestled against the corner of the seat beside oushi, the two goldfish swim merrily in their mutual plastic bags.
when the announcement rings out, and their predicament is made clear, oushi finds himself suddenly conflicted. but — perhaps not for the reason one might have expected from him... ]
But, [ he says, suddenly quite shy despite all his actions up until this moment, ] the goldfish will see...
gojou.
it's — a deeply suspicious thing, frankly, and oushi had thought as much for all of three seconds before something far more primal kicked into gear in his brain, and suddenly it became extremely important that he never let the other man out of his sight again. crowding him, grabbing at his wrist, pulling him close, dragging him along. maybe oushi might have felt bad for his behavior, if gojou didn't seem to enjoy every second of it, or at the very least enable the worst of it.
that's how they end up spending the better half of the afternoon together. sharing snacks, drinking from the same bottle, even slaving meticulously over the goldfish catching game all to ensure they had walked away with a "matching pair" (oushi's was mostly white with orange spots, while gojou's orange with a smattering of white). and now, here, in the ferris wheel, the hotel's simulated sun sinking deep into the horizon to cast a pinkish haze over their entire surroundings. nestled against the corner of the seat beside oushi, the two goldfish swim merrily in their mutual plastic bags.
when the announcement rings out, and their predicament is made clear, oushi finds himself suddenly conflicted. but — perhaps not for the reason one might have expected from him... ]
But, [ he says, suddenly quite shy despite all his actions up until this moment, ] the goldfish will see...