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    Soleil. One-sided HifuGen (Gentaro -> Hifumi). Some suggestive themes.

    i.

    There is something to be said about Hifumi's «voice»: that whether it be a jaunty lilt or a sultry swing, it grounds Gentaro in the present — or perhaps it might be better to say that it grounds him into Hifumi's presence.

    Hifumi chatters like a shower of bullets, shooting one thought out after the other without minding the mood; Hifumi murmurs like the bubbling fizz of champagne, intoxicating as he offers the same sweet nothings he does to everyone else; and Gentaro listens and listens and listens, letting his words fill him with a feeling he can't quite describe.

    ii.

    Silky and smooth, nothing about Hifumi's «hair» is natural. His strands are dyed in a hue of gold that tricks fools into thinking they've won riches and a gaudy shade of green that resembles Kabukicho's neon lights.

    Though when Gentaro tugs on those tresses, he lingers in the feeling of them; an indulgence — a guilty pleasure — before he forces himself to tear them from his scalp.

    Yes, everything about these locks are as fake as the proud persona Hifumi shows off to the world, but that doesn't change the very real way they ghost about on Gentaro's skin.

    iii.

    A kinder person might describe Hifumi's «eyes» as a pair of suns, honeyed jewels encompassed by a viridescent luster. But Gentaro is not kind — not to him, anyhow — but neither is he cruel.

    Observation notes the dimples that frame them when he grins, the flutter of his lashes when he winks, the fire within them when he catches his gaze. They are bright until they burn; piercing until they soften.

    If these eyes are the window to Hifumi’s soul, then the glass is tinted in shades that Gentaro knows not. Somehow, he's drawn to them all the same.

    iv.

    Hifumi's «touch» is as scorching as his gaze, though it could be that Gentaro is too cold in comparison. His fingers dance along his curves with trained dexterity, leaving scorch marks in their wake, and even the rings that adorn them sting with their bone-chilling silver.

    Closer and closer, Gentaro knows that the sun will only melt his wings should he reach for it — but he can't bring himself to care about how hard he'll crash when the inferno that consumes him makes him feel alive in this existence that's as much as a fabrication as what they have.

    v.

    Does a wolf have a «heart» One that not only beats, but lives for another

    Certainly, one would have to be heartless to offer empty adorations. To give false love is to have none at all, the fantasies served mere illusions meant to lure in vulnerable souls and suck their riches dry.

    Yet when Gentaro is around Hifumi, he breathes in light, and life, and laughter that are too genuine to feign. When Gentaro is around Hifumi, his chest thumps in a tempo that he refuses to heed. When Gentaro is around Hifumi, he wonders if he has a heart.

    o.

    It's there amidst a crowd of thousands that Gentaro happens to spot the very wolf plaguing his thoughts, a gleam of gold shining brighter than the sun could ever hope to. Whether it be his lustrous mane or his bright gaze that catches the light, the sight of him should be blinding and yet Gentaro cannot bring himself to turn away. Too far is he to hold onto, a flame out of Gentaro’s grasp, but the trill of his timbre rings loudly despite the way Tokyo's streets roar.

    Closing the distance that separates them should not be difficult for desire bears no meaning, just as everything between them lacks reason. All sense escapes Gentaro whenever he is near, leaving behind impulses that had not been so irresistible until he came along. Traitorous heart urging him on, Gentaro takes a step forward and —

    "Gentaro"

    — his friends break him out of his reverie. Out of a story that was never theirs, and never will be. Within seconds, the picture of perfection he's composed shatters into tiny fragments and soon enough, those fragments too will dissipate like sea foam.

    Truly, nothing that they have can be called "perfect" when not a single cell of Izanami Hifumi has ever belonged to him — especially when he «smiles» for someone else. To be in his embrace is a wish that has no right to exist. To receive his love, a love that is meant for him and no other kitten, is a scenario far skewed from reality. To call him his own is but a delusion that an inane part of him dares name a dream.

    Gentaro looks back. Hifumi does not. And so with a pang of pain he will never admit, Gentaro decides that this tale should simply be another lie.
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    DOODLE"I love you"s and other crisis inducing phrases. Established HifuGen. 3

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    DONEDisappearance of a Phantom. Established HifuGen. Sequel to https://poipiku.com/1492087/4138580.html (AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32351302/chapters/80201242) 10

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    PASTOriginally posted 2021-2022 for Mermay. HifuGen Stella-verse/Little Mermaid AU. In which the little mermaid finds not a prince, but rather a thief... 5

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    DOODLEEstablished HifuGen. He/They Gentaro. Gentaro dealing with his baggage and what it means for him and Hifumi, but like. Poorly --
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