Day 4

Tags: Drabble, Mitsuki, Eida, but not MitsuEida, Love, Unrequited Love, Super Unrequited Love, Never Gonna Be Requited Love, Short, CHAPTER EIGHT WAS SO GOOD WHY NO MORE MITSUKI EIDA MOMENTS, Exploration of Plot

Rating: G

Love.

It hit like an electric shock to a stopped heart. Closed eyes suddenly opened to behold a world that had always been hidden to him. A grayscale life suddenly in color. Pink petals paled to the color of her lips. The azure sky wished its brilliant blue could rival her eyes.

In her presence, Mitsuki was aware of the beating of his own heart, the heat on his face, the quickening of his breath. It manifested a physiological response in addition to the psychological one, this love. A love that didn’t belong to him.

Born of test tubes and petri dishes, from a parent with a love for self and no one else. He hadn’t come into this world squalling and shaking before being laid on a mother’s skin, hadn’t experienced the instinctual comfort of finding a home on someone else’s flesh. The most human of human beginnings was never his to have, humanity was never his to have.

Then love happened, shattering the glass wall that had always existed between him and the world, forcing him out into the open as a participant rather than an observer of what it meant to be human.

Euphoria.

Something he’d never experienced from the taste of food on his tongue or the warmth of the sun on his skin. The closest he’d ever come was a sense of contentment from being by Boruto’s side, the warmth of his presence that made him feel as though whatever direction in which he followed was the correct one.

While that, he determined, was its own form of love, it wasn’t the full-body warmth he experienced when he saw Eida, a kind of pleasure that was also part pain. Wanting. Longing. A visceral feeling of being alive after having spent so much time half dead.

And yet.

His love, too, was artificial. A reaction created by a god-like ability. Something felt as deeply by him as by everyone else. He didn’t love her, but he felt love for her. And she could never love him back, to quench the ache that now inhabited his heart to be seen and wanted for who he is rather than an artificial man with an artificial love.