[it is the end of their story, and senri is staying - so perhaps it's more of a beginning.
in another life, perhaps he would've been someone to walk through the doors back to his home world, to return back to shinonome and immediately run into the arms of his best friend and other classmates. in another life, he'd be back on a stage somewhere in tokyo within the week, practicing his lines to make sure that he could sell out show after show. in another life, he would've wished to find his family like he always intended - to run after the chance of having someone who would love him unconditionally.
. . .
in this one, he found it right in front of him. the doors close and he sighs - he imagines he'll see everyone again in time, once they have the chance to see the loved ones that were waiting for them, but senri imagines it's fine. he didn't have anyone really waiting for him back home anyway. so he pushes himself up from where he was sitting, glancing around - the cake that he'd made earlier is only crumbs now, left behind on a table. he goes to collect the tray, because he is not a god and he cannot just magic it away.
but - ]
Oh birthday boy, where did you go....
[enough time being thoughtful or gloomy - there's someone waiting for him, isn't there?]
alternate post-plasma au.
in another life, perhaps he would've been someone to walk through the doors back to his home world, to return back to shinonome and immediately run into the arms of his best friend and other classmates. in another life, he'd be back on a stage somewhere in tokyo within the week, practicing his lines to make sure that he could sell out show after show. in another life, he would've wished to find his family like he always intended - to run after the chance of having someone who would love him unconditionally.
. . .
in this one, he found it right in front of him. the doors close and he sighs - he imagines he'll see everyone again in time, once they have the chance to see the loved ones that were waiting for them, but senri imagines it's fine. he didn't have anyone really waiting for him back home anyway. so he pushes himself up from where he was sitting, glancing around - the cake that he'd made earlier is only crumbs now, left behind on a table. he goes to collect the tray, because he is not a god and he cannot just magic it away.
but - ]
Oh birthday boy, where did you go....
[enough time being thoughtful or gloomy - there's someone waiting for him, isn't there?]
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with 15 minutes to go on international kiss day nice
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