ao3 fanfic titled ‘lit by the moon (his dead man’s hand)’ by littencloud9 summary: "Shut the fuck up," Mushitarou mutters. Any bit of distraction could make him lose sight of Yokomizo. "He's right there." "...Who?" Mushitarou's head snaps over to Ango's, a snarl on the tip of his tongue. However, his aggression fizzles out the moment he makes eye contact with the other man, who is watching him through the lenses of his glasses, lips pursed in confusion and concern. For just a split second, Mushitarou sees Yokomizo, in the drooping, downturned eyes paired with strong eye bags from sleepless nights. Ango's eyes reflect the lamp's weak lighting, and the shade it produces is one Mushitarou hasn't seen in a while but would recognise anywhere. A soft gold. or, to be remembered is to be loved. to have loved is to be haunted day 4: grief
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: grief
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