[ i already regret sasuke and senri ]

[usogi]

i hate that jan made us a shitpost so i already have one to use

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[usogi]

[it's supposed to be a hug, but sasuke really sucks at them.

senri melts into the touch anyway.

this time his inhale comes as a surprise, sharp little intake - followed by a gently amused, gently tired, painfully sad laugh against sasuke's chest. he doesn't lift his head yet, instead wrapping his arms around sasuke too, fingers slowly curling into the cloth of his clothes, as if trying to keep him in place. the hug may not be any good at all, but since it's coming from sasuke, that makes it one of the best that senri's received.]

... you're so mean...

[when he speaks, it's quiet - trying to hold onto tones of amusement even though it feels like something's getting stuck in his throat. words he's not sure how to say, maybe.]

... this is just going to make it hurt worse, when I have to let go.

[moralmyopia]

You can endure.

[Sorry, it's his, like... ninja motto pretty much. It's what makes them ninjas. Enduring pain and suffering. He doesn't intend for it to sound so bad, but all he can do is just... hold Senri.]

It won't hurt for long. You'll have something... and something is better than nothing.

[Which only comes because he has nothing of Itachi. (His eyes.) He doesn't have anything of his family. Nothing but memories, and those memories, the last ones, are so terrible and bad, and it's all he can see when he closes his eyes. It's all his brother let him remember.]

[usogi]

... I don't think so. I think it'll hurt for a long time.

[he'll call out that lie, because of course he does. senri just laughs quietly even as he doesn't lift his head from where he's pressed against sasuke, if only because he's losing his ability to control his expression, to maintain it into something carefully curated into the shape of happiness. he's an actor, but he's losing his cool. isn't that embarrassing?]

I know it's not long at all... but for fifteen years, all I wanted...

[was a family. was for people to care about him, to look his way without it being for the sake of a lie. was for even just one person to love him unconditionally.]

But now I don't get to keep it.

[and he'll think about them for another fifteen years. and another fifteen after that. and after that.]

[moralmyopia]

[He isn't good with this. So, in the end, he doesn't say anything. Whatever he tries to offer, he knows, will only be platitudes. Words to placate, hollow. He doesn't think it had been intentionally mean... And he's sure Senri understands as much without him having to repeat it.

The tips of his calloused fingers comb through the edges of the orange hair, rubbing the strands gently between them.]

I still have the lighter. We can burn it if you want.