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Osamu grabbed at Akaashi's shirt. He pressed his face against Akaashi's shoulder and cried in a way that he had not allowed himself to cry in front of another person since he was a child.
Akaashi held him. That was all. His hand moved in slow, steady circles against Osamu's back. His other hand rested at the back of his head. His breathing was calm and even and Osamu's body, despite everything, began very slowly to follow it.
Akaashi did not say anything. He did not ask what was wrong or offer reassurances. He simply held him in the cold, humming quiet of the kitchen, and let him fall apart for as long as falling apart required.
Eventually the sobs thinned. They became shuddering breaths, and the shuddering breaths became something closer to stillness. Osamu stayed where he was, forehead against Akaashi's shoulder, fingers still loosely tangled in his shirt, too emptied to move.
Outside, the rain kept falling.
"Take your time," Akaashi said, very quietly, into the space above his head.
And Osamu closed his eyes, and breathed, and did not let go.
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04 May 2026