#idk much about mugi so im entirely guessing on his characterization but idk i also dont struggle with that most of the time so

[starswallowingsea]

8, 22, 49 eichi and tsumugi!

i got the nine of cups, five of swords, and the nine of swords (fucking AGAIN) so uhm. angst i guess.

disclaimer i havent read most ! era stories with them i kinda just wrote what came to mind from what I do know but if anything doesnt match with canon. yeah.

word count: 546

It was so easy for Tsumugi to get caught up in Eichi’s plans. Eichi was addicting, like a drug slowly sapping the life from Tsumugi, but he made him feel oh so good. 

Tsumugi wasn’t sure what exactly brought them together. They couldn’t have been more opposite. Eichi was charismatic and born into a rich family and Tsumugi hid in the background and grew up attending tupperware parties for his mother. Eichi was beautiful beyond words and Tsumugi was painfully average. 

Eichi should have been out of his reach and yet…Tsumugi found himself sitting besides Eichi in the hospital, discussing plans for their restructuring of Yumenosaki, song lyrics and melodies, and their futures. 

Eichi was desperately in love with Wataru and Tsumugi knew this. He could never compete for that attention, but he hoped that maybe just for a moment he might be able to take Eichi’s full attention. Just once was all he asked for. 

Days turned to weeks turned to months and Tsumugi stuck with Eichi through it all, pulling all-nighters at the hospital and at the school to make sure things ran as smoothly as they could. Keito had asked if he was okay, though Keito and his seven cans of red bull didn’t have much room to talk. 

It seemed that every step Tsumugi tried to take forward, to just hold Eichi’s hand in his own and feel his warmth, Eichi took two steps away, towards a different future. 

So when the day came and fine as they knew it had been disbanded, Tsumugi couldn’t say he was entirely shocked. It had been a long time coming. As soon as the five eccentrics had their social executions on the stage then fine would be no more. There would be no use for the unit to exist in the way it had. 

Eichi said some platitudes which Tsumugi accepted with a smile on his face, just letting the words move in one ear and out the other. 

And then Eichi grabbed his hand. 

Oh god, Eichi grabbed his hand and was he squeezing it? Why would he-- 

“Are you okay, Tsumugi?” he sounded concerned. 

How should he answer? He can’t be honest, can he? Yeah, I’m just trying not to freak out because I’ve been longing for you to notice me like this just once let me be the only thing you think about. I’m not okay actually. I’m so hopelessly in love with you I don’t know what to do with myself. 

You’re like a drug and I can’t bear to stop taking my daily dose of you.

“I’m fine, Eichi-kun. Don’t worry about it.” 

He smiled and Eichi squeezed his hand one more time before dropping it. 

“I’m glad, my little bluebird.” 

Tsumugi fought to keep the warmth from his cheeks at the modification of his nickname. 

“Y-yeah…” 

He didn’t want to go. He desperately wanted to stay, to take one last deep breath of Eichi before they parted ways. 

Sure, he’d still see the other boy at school on his good days, and there was nothing in particular stopping him from seeing him in the hospital on his bad days, but it wouldn’t be the same. 

“Well, I’ll be seeing you around I suppose. Take care, Tsumugi.” 

“Take care, Eichi-kun.”