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Captain.
Such a title should impose respect over others, and it sure as hell did. Not that it mattered, or at least not in the captain's only working eye. The only respect which they craved had already been long lost; all by their hand.
Inkfish are reckless by a nature they are rightfully taughted to be against, but it is always easier to resort back into one's desires.
Forgetting about everything, everyone, past, present and future. When Sango spent their time with Surume they could allow to free themselves from any external thought, as whatever he produced, could it be words formed by his warm voice, pieces drawn by his evercaring hands, or pastries baked under the precision of a brain that was always eager to share its knowledge with them, was perfect. Surume was.
Much to Sango's weight, both of them were polar opposites in certain aspects. Contrary to Surume, they lacked the knowledge of suffering. And with their best friend having suffered so much, they were ready to give him anything they were in disposal of, starting for their attention.
The months passed on and both of them became indisposable for eachother. They would talk daily, sharing everything they encountered in the process. However, interchanges so energetic were meant to reduce eventually, and Sango, unfortunately, had already clung to their first months contact.
So as soon as their friendship slowed down, it didn't feel right for them. Were they doing something wrong; they didn't know. It surely felt like it, their only job towards Surume was to make him feel seen, appreciated, accompanied. And despite that, their efforts felt each and every time less meaningful. Were they heading towards the wrong direction?
Sango picked up on an idea long since last thought about.
Would becoming his partner make him happier?
It quickly fed into obsession. Mutual? they hoped. They were different than Surume's previous connections, he had told them.
And so, when the words slipped from their mouth, Sango didn't notice. They didn't acknowledge their past promises they were meant to keep.
- I think I like you. I have for a while.
One of Surume's misfortunes throughout the years had been important friendships ruined by said friends' desire to form romantic relationships with him. The longer haired inkling knew this, the shorter haired one would always ramble about it with them. He finally had someone he could rely it on, and hopefully ease the suffering.
(...)
There was no such person anymore.