Which is what everyone else has said except oh well, OH MY GOD. This is like, like, everything and sdfksjd I am totally incoherent here. I didn't realize until after I read the last line that I was not only crying but actually, like, breathing heavily, like I had just taken that showerplayed that last game and guhhhhh. Absolutely amazing and incredible and gorgeous and so blindingly, painfully, wonderfully them. Wow.
I love how you make them communicate through tennis. I love how Ryoma reminds Tezuka of what he told him long ago. I love the way Ryoma wants Tezuka's approval so badly, but Tezuka thinks he's doing the right thing by pushing Ryoma on. I love the way Ryoma reprimands Tezuka about reading in the dark. I love the way Ryoma doesn't really care about beating his father anymore--he only wants to play Tezuka.
Ryoma stares out into the depths of the sky, unable to think of a single response beyond the words that crowd, unspoken, into his throat: Hold on to you. Oh god. Oh god this is beautiful. This is so wonderfully done and you are fantastic. ♥
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Which is what everyone else has said except oh well, OH MY GOD. This is like, like, everything and sdfksjd I am totally incoherent here. I didn't realize until after I read the last line that I was not only crying but actually, like, breathing heavily, like I had just taken that showerplayed that last game and guhhhhh. Absolutely amazing and incredible and gorgeous and so blindingly, painfully, wonderfully them. Wow.
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I am so... very... VERY happy..
*glomps*
*ponders about drawing fan art for the fiction*
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Ryoma stares out into the depths of the sky, unable to think of a single response beyond the words that crowd, unspoken, into his throat: Hold on to you. Oh god. Oh god this is beautiful. This is so wonderfully done and you are fantastic. ♥
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