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“People think stars are beautiful, but I’ve kinda found them sad ever since I learned that the star has already died by the time we even see it,” Iwashimizu says as he lies between Gion and Miyuki on a blanket in Gion’s back yard, staring up at the night sky – and then it hits him and he adds, “oh, sorry, was I rambling?”
“You sure were, Tree Trunk,” Gion says, grinning and squeezing his hand, “but we don’t mind.”
“Yeah, and the stuff you ramble about is always really interesting,” Miyuki adds, grabbing his other hand, and Iwashimizu smiles, so glad he has boyfriends like them.