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Marco’s always had enough feelings and liquid happiness and warm, soft-red love for the both of them. 

Maybe that’s why Jean’s mouth is empty of any sound when the titan’s jaw closes around him, and maybe that’s why he doesn’t scream, or cry, or close his eyes. 

He’s lost his heart months ago. It’s only now that it does its last beat, and stills.

“I’m not a good person,” Kageyama says, one day. “Don’t get closer.” 

“I think I like you,” Hinata says, easy as breathing. 

“Don’t trust me. I only disappoint everyone,” Kageyama tries again, many days later. “I mess up.”

“You are amazing,” Hinata says and touches his hand. “You make me fly.” 

“No,” and months later, Kageyama begs, cries, yells. “No, you don’t understand, Hinata, no. Stay away from me. I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you. You mean too much, I can’t – please. I hurt all of them, and I can’t, not with you – “ 

“I’m not your old team. I’m your decoy,” Hinata whispers into the soft skin of his mouth. “Please, Kageyama, please. Let’s try. Let me. I’m here. You can’t hurt me. You’re not a bad person.” Then, soft, very quiet. “I’ve loved you for months.”

And then, after Hinata paints gentleness into Kageyama’s chest with his smiles, the touch of his tiny fingers, the adoration radiating from his eyes. Kageyama surrenders. 

“Yes,” Kageyama says, one day. “Me too, Shouyou. Me too.”

His regular medical examination goes without incident until the doctor takes a deep breath. Since this is a typical human indicator of the wish to share information, Spock says: “Yes?” He makes sure to raise his voice in question. 

The doctor makes a thoughtful noise, and Spock detects a hint of pity in his expression. “Damn, I’m sorry. I know it ain’t nice for you to be touched by someone else, but we gotta – “ 

“I am aware that examinations are an important part of maintaining the crew’s health.” 

McCoy nods. “Well, yeah. But – I mean.” He shrugs a bit and runs a hand through his hair. “Especially when I look at your hands, ‘s gotta be uncomfortable, right? Isn’t that like a kiss? You know, humans kiss differently – “

Spock raises an eyebrow. “The mechanics of human intimacy are not unfamiliar to me, Doctor. You do not need to lecture me. And your touch does not cause me any physical or mental harm, as it is purely professional.” 

“Right.” McCoy takes a step back, the pity having vanished from his face. 

After he has dressed himself and is almost out of the sickbay’s door, Spock turns around once more. “Do not worry about my knowledge considering the part of human sexuality that you refer to as ‘kissing’. The Captain’s private lessons have been very effective, and they still are every night, if I may say so.”

Spock may or may not be smiling to himself when he hears the doctor curse in a thick Southern accent as soon as he leaves the sickbay. Another lesson awaits.

Koushi thinks that calling Daichi his ‘lover’ is wrong. Neither ‘friend’ nor ‘boyfriend’ fits the connection that runs between them. 

No. Daichi is the scent of his mother’s hot milk with honey. He is the smell of hay and wild summer nights and kisses under an eclipse of rain that ran down Koushi’s skin and wiped away his silver, lonely tears with the shimmering kindness of Daichi’s warm hands. 

Daichi is not a lover. Because if this man would take his hand and tell him ‘trust me’, Koushi’s lips and eyes spell yes in a language that is older than love itself.

Daichi is not a lover. He is and will forever be, the colour of gold in Koushi’s soul.

Hi! I just wanted to say that I absolutely loved your fic Soultouch. Your writing is super lovely, and your descriptions and metaphors made the story so much more relatable and emotional. I especially loved the lines “He fits there perfectly. Hajime’s hand falls onto Tooru’s neck as natural as if they’ve been carved from the same piece of the universe.” These two lines are just perfect. Thank you so much for your beautiful fic. Hope you have a wonderful day!

Oh. My. God. 

This – this is such a nice thing to receive about my writing. I am so, so eternally glad that I managed to make the characters relatable and emotional. Thank you for taking the time to read and send me your feedback. It means a whole world to an author to get such words from a reader. 

I am proud of those lines, and I feel so blissful that you liked them too. ♥

I hope you have a wonderful day, too!