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GOLDEN FLAME REFLECTED .
tokyo debunker ⎯ㅤ haku kusanagi .ᐟ
i was surprised to learn that haku's birthday takes place at hanabi taikai so quick searches, fireworks festival, fluff, happy (belated) birthday haku! ♡♡, gender neutral,
it's a day like any other.
that's what HAKU tells himself.
he doesn't expect to receive a phone call from his family or for the peaceful rain on the outskirts of hotarubi to respite as any way to mark the date. but until this morning the weather continued to cry outside, wisteria petals swaying in the damp, muggy wind coming off the darkwick campus. it was like a symbol of spring's hopelessness in the warm sunlight, allowing laughter to ripple like the tide as children build sandcastles and adults relax in the shade, cooled by the wind of traditional fans and uchiwas.
it's just a day. . . like all the others; but when one of the colorful balloons flashes above your head and the sky is enveloped in a black blanket glowing with tokyo lights on the horizon, it's clear that it isn't.
and the date was defined as he looked at you. sweet. that's what he thought. it was sweet how that simple blue yukata hugged her small body, her hair, like the finest silk, swayed gracefully when caressed by the breeze. he teases you, saying that you could easily be undressed and hands you cold drinks so you can cool your cheeks hidden behind the fan. how sweet, cute . .
the towel spread out on a narrow stretch of unoccupied sand, steadying them with the weight of their knees and heels. you did everything and looked after it cautiously and subtly, with an irrational fear of harming him by the slightest wrong move on your part; what did haku do to make you resemble subaru so much at that moment.
when his words, few or abundant, made evident the love – and not just provocations – that he alone had for you? almost as if an adoration of his name was given by all the phrases and pretexts created to make sure what was coming from you.
it leaves a warm feeling, a longing for more loving touch as haku runs his thumb down the back of your hand to soothe and tell you everything is going well. haku had spilled a bucket of words so you could trust him from the start and now it was his turn, wasn't it? even if this is not exactly what he wanted from you, nor is it what he imagined in his head when he demanded so much. . . even if it is speechless, there is even more meaning behind it than the gesture as intimate and different as the time the two jumped together into the void of constellations; and when you blamed the heat on your own cheeks on tokyo's summer temperature – begging once again for one of those cold drinks, the sky heated up and the first fireworks exploded.
the sound reverberated through the bones, a boom that echoed and they both choked back the joy of surprise. colors danced in the air, painting the sky with vibrant hues. fiery red, deep blue, sparkling gold. . . lights were reflected in his yellow irises, shining in a living mirror of colors – “ it's beautiful. so bright. . . ” and the words are lost when haku starts to laugh, the tears well up in eyes but you hold them. that is his day, his alone. haku gave everything he had to convince cornelius that you, subaru, zenji, rui, lyca would be safe, free, and now it's your turn to reciprocate with an enlightened scene; contained happiness, for not expecting to give and receive so much. you still have your hand stuck in his. and he promises to keep that grip and cherish you forever.
he could be the guy who stopped you from being thrown out of a train window, unpredictable and whatever you want to say; but looking at haku kusanagi, it is the lover who loses his undeniable beauty to admire that of others, and you were so determined to worship that you could not refuse to be fall in love one day.
