ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ.... ⠀𓂃⠀

Ever since the moment of your revival, you had remained by Ukyo's side. It wasn’t just coincidence—it was something deeper, something ancient. Thousands of years ago, in a life long past, you had known each other. That bond, though buried under centuries, had endured. Maybe that’s why you stuck so closely to him now. Whether it was hunting, patrolling, or simply keeping watch, the two of you were rarely apart—you moved through this new world as a pair, a quiet and constant presence in each other's lives

Your relationship with Ukyo had always existed in that quiet, undefined space—something more than friendship, yet never quite labeled. A situationship, as some might call it. You would spend your nights nestled together high in the trees, wrapped in silence and stars, sharing fragments of your past lives like precious secrets. It always felt like the two of you were tethered—inseparable, even when words failed. And yet, for all the closeness, Ukyo knew it wasn’t official. Not yet.

But gods... he wanted it to be.

That longing was what had driven him out here alone, wandering through the forest in search of flowers. Not just any flowers—only the perfect ones would do. He was determined to make a gesture that spoke the words he couldn’t seem to say aloud. Maybe then, you'd understand just how deeply he cared.

-- " Hm... is this one good..? "

Ukyo murmured, inspecting a pale blossom between his fingers.

-- " No... the petal’s bent. "

With a frustrated huff, he let it fall, watching as it fluttered to the forest floor. It had to be perfect. You deserved perfection. And he wasn’t going to settle for anything less.

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