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It's for the best, Mitsuya thought.
It had been long overdue, he had tried to keep it to himself, he had tried to contain it as long as possible, but in the end, he had to put an end to it.
For once and forever.
"What did you say?"
The laughter that echoed in the quiet bridge

died in instant. The words were said with genuine surprise. Like they were never meant to be pronounced out loud.
Mitsuya inhaled slowly, to compose himself.
It's for the best, he thought.
"I'll be leaving by the end of the year," he said.
The quiet that came after was deafening.

Mitsuya didn't expect for proper reaction. Excitement maybe, but if all he got is a pure shock and disbelief, then he would take them too. Anything that he needed to memorize to commemorate the day he finally ended of something he had started on his own.
"Why so sudden?"

It seemed logical to ask that.
Mitsuya leaned to the bridge, watched the stream of water, reflecting the color of the sky. The perfect combination of pink and orange, painting the beginning of the sunset on its wavy surface, with a shadow of two people standing above it.

"It's not," Mitsuya said. "I don't think you can count six months of preparation to be that sudden. It's been in the talk since January, but I just find out where I'll be transferred recently. Between Milan and Paris, I'm glad I know a little French to get by."
He owed a huge

thanks to Shiba siblings for the opportunity. Hakkai who relentlessly recommended him and Yuzuha who diligently looked for people to connect him. It had been a big dream of Mitsuya, to be able to work in the field he was passionate about. And those people were always supporting

his dreams, helping him make it come true.
"If it wasn't for Hakkai and Yuzuha, I might need another year before I get stationed." Mitsuya added, thinking that it was important that his departure was always planned carefully.
He didn't want to give the wrong impression that

he went abroad on the pretense of running away. Because Mitsuya had never acted so cowardly like that. He had long braced the risk of loving someone unrequitedly, he had known the consequences of loving in silence. But he couldn't live with that feeling forever.
So, he put an

end to it.
He didn't run away, if anything he chose to stop and acknowledge his feeling so he could move on.
Move on to a better place, with hopefully better someone he could find in the future.
"I don't know what to say," the confession pierced to his ears with such a strong

melancholy, that Mitsuya was almost afraid he would crumble.
He was always weak for that tone, even if the speaker wasn't aware of the magnitude of the words.
"Congratulations would be sufficient," Mitsuya joked.
"Of course, Mitsuya, congratulations."
But Mitsuya knew when

someone didn't mean what they had just said.
"C'mon, cheer up for me," Mitsuya laughed, pretended he didn't feel the pang in his chest that he couldn't even get the same amount of excitement for something he was excited about. "I'm gonna be the best fashion designer out there!"

"I know," the sharp gaze that was directed to Mitsuya got him clamped shut. "I always believe in you, Mitsuya."
There was pride hidden in that low voice. The pride that Mitsuya always hear, the one that keeping him in his toes. Maybe Mitsuya didn't any over excitement from the

person before his eyes. Only faith, ingrained so deep that it left mark on everything he had said and did for Mitsuya.
"I'm so proud of you."
Mitsuya willed himself to not look away and accept the praise.
His feelings might be unreturned, but he knew, he was showered by

a different kind of love.
"Thank you, Draken."
It was a miracle he didn't choke up the words. Draken smiled at him, with that kind of smile that sometimes Mitsuya believed, it was only reserved for him.
Look at him and you'll know.
Mitsuya let himself be greedy and drown himself

in the moment. If he decided to stop, he would do everything to store everything that mattered to him in his memory. To look back, once he was strong enough to face his past.
"I'm gonna miss you, though," Draken sighed, shifted his gaze to the sky. The light of the sunset bathed

him and for a moment, Mitsuya thought Draken had never looked more beautiful.
Mitsuya followed suit, closing his eyes, savoring the sight and committing it to the drawer of memory he meant to lock up after this.
"I'll miss you too," Mitsuya returned the sentiment, even if saying

it that way undermining the meaning. Mitsuya wouldn't just miss Draken. He also would miss admiring him, adoring him, loving him.
It's for the best, Mitsuya chastised himself.
It had been long overdue, he had tried to keep it to himself, he had tried to contain it as long as

possible, but in the end, he had to put an end to it.
For once and forever.
"But it'll be fine," Mitsuya reassured with a grin. "Even if I get busy, you'll get busy too right? I'm gonna meet so many people, and so are you. It's gonna be alright, Draken."
It was strange to see

Draken seemed like he was loss at words. Well, maybe it was unexpected to him. He and Mitsuya were always close after all. It had to be hard to accept the fact that they had to get separated from each other, at some point.
"I just realize, it never crosses my mind, that you will

eventually have to leave, Mitsuya," Draken looked at him so seriously. Mitsuya could joke to lighten the mood, but he had the feelings that Draken wouldn't appreciate it. So he chose to listen. "You're always by my side, Mitsuya. My comrade, my partner, my best friend."

Mitsuya steeled himself for the next word, my brother. Sworn brother to be precise, but what difference it made, if the nature of that was still familial, platonic love. The opposite, though it was also the same feeling Mitsuya had for some quite time.
Brothers.

He waited for the word, but it never came.
"I just thought, I can have you forever," Draken chuckled, bitterness seeped out from the comedy that Mitsuya failed to see. "Am I always that selfish?"
Miitsuya disagreed. If anything, it was him who was way too greedy, not Draken.

Thinking that he reserved a place next to Draken because of their matching tattoos. Thinking that he knew Draken best because he found Draken before everyone did. Thinking that he had Draken first.
He was never yours to begin with, Mitsuya scolded himself.
If anything, he was the

selfish one.
"You're not selfish, Draken," Mitsuya smiled.
Draken shook his head, the black hair that framed his face, swayed by the action, amplified by the afternoon breeze.
"You don't even know how selfish I am, Mitsuya," Draken admitted. "You don't understand how much

a liar I am."
Mitsuya opened his mouth, wanted to contradict him, but he found himself couldn't find the word to do so.
Draken stepped closer, his obsidian eyes glimmering in the soft light of the sunset.
"What should I do, Mitsuya?" he asked. "What should I do to make you mine?"

It's for the best, Mitsuya thought.
It had been long overdue, he had tried to keep it to himself, he had tried to contain it as long as possible, but in the end, he had to put an end to it.
For once and forever.
"What did you say?"
Mitsuya stepped back, as Draken came forward.

"Maybe I worded it wrong," Draken amended. "What should I do, to be yours?"
There was only certainty now. No doubts clouded the words, no hesitation clung to his voice.
Just say you want me, Mitsuya thought, didn't dare to say it out loud. Just say you want me, Draken.

But Draken didn't need him to say anything at all to know.
After all, just like Mitsuya thought he knew Draken best, Draken also knew him best.
"I want you, Mitsuya, always," Draken reached for Mitsuya's hand and Mitsuya let himself be pulled. "Do you want me too?"

With the way Draken was confident to keep him in his confinement, Mitsuya didn't think he would need to reciprocate the words he had been longing to hear.
"You know the answer to that question, Draken," Mitsuya mumbled, looking away, cheeks heated up by their sudden closeness.

The grip on his hand only tightened.
"I'm selfish, I want to hear you say it," Draken whispered.
It's for the best, Mitsuya thought.
It had been long overdue, he had tried to keep it to himself, he had tried to contain it as long as possible, but in the end, he had to put an end

to it.
For once and forever.
He muttered the words almost too quiet, it went unheard.
"What did you say?" Draken grinned, other hand fled to Mitsuya's rosy cheek. "Louder, Mitsuya."
It was supposed to be a goodbye.
Then, when did it turn into the hello of the new beginning?

"I want you too," Mitsuya dropped his head on Draken's chest, as Draken hauled him into his arms. The words muffled in his hoodie, as Mitsuya continued. "I want you to be mine."
Draken pulled back, didn't bother to tone down his explosive excitement, as he cupped Mitsuya's face.

"Mitsuya," he said with such serenity like Mitsuya name was a sacred prayer. Mitsuya shivered. "I'm always yours."
When Draken leaned down, Mitsuya welcomed him naturally, like it was meant to be.
It's the best, he thought to himself, because I'm always Draken's too.

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