Their love was like the shift between spring and summer—gentle at first, like the soft bloom of cherry blossoms, then growing into something fierce and inescapable, like the midsummer sun.
When they reunited, it wasn’t perfect. There were hesitations, old wounds resurfacing, and misunderstandings that made them question if they had truly found their way back to each other. But through every doubt, the yearning remained. Yuzuru couldn’t help but be drawn in again—the way spring melts into summer, inevitable and consuming. He burned for Kimihiko, longed for him, and before he knew it, he was falling all over again.
Despite the little storms, their love was warm, vibrant, and full of life—just like the changing seasons, always finding their way back to each other.
Their love was like the shift between spring and summer—gentle at first, like the soft bloom of cherry blossoms, then growing into something fierce and inescapable, like the midsummer sun.
When they reunited, it wasn’t perfect. There were hesitations, old wounds resurfacing, and misunderstandings that made them question if they had truly found their way back to each other. But through every doubt, the yearning remained. Yuzuru couldn’t help but be drawn in again—the way spring melts into summer, inevitable and consuming. He burned for Kimihiko, longed for him, and before he knew it, he was falling all over again.
Despite the little storms, their love was warm, vibrant, and full of life—just like the changing seasons, always finding their way back to each other.