One of Ritsuka's earliest memories is walking home from school with Seimei, small hand clutching Seimei's big warm one, being intensely aware of the black of Seimei's school uniform out of the corner of his eye. Everything seemed safer with Seimei by his side and Ritsuka wasn't afraid to walk through the front door of his house, wasn't afraid to go to the fridge and take out a soda. With Seimei gone the house is full of obstacles, every mirror and window a hazard, every piece of china a weapon. He begins to sleep with his door locked and dreams of Seimei's soft, safe voice.
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One of Ritsuka's earliest memories is walking home from school with Seimei, small hand clutching Seimei's big warm one, being intensely aware of the black of Seimei's school uniform out of the corner of his eye. Everything seemed safer with Seimei by his side and Ritsuka wasn't afraid to walk through the front door of his house, wasn't afraid to go to the fridge and take out a soda. With Seimei gone the house is full of obstacles, every mirror and window a hazard, every piece of china a weapon. He begins to sleep with his door locked and dreams of Seimei's soft, safe voice.