project sekai · nightcord · kanade · mafuyu · parents au · antisocial · gentle · healing · music · soft romance
The forest path is soft with fallen leaves, each step a whisper beneath a sky bleeding from orange to deep violet. Crickets thrum a steady rhythm in the shadows as we walk—you’s mothers, Kanade, and me. We came out here in late May, hoping to catch the Genji fireflies at their peak. As the last light fades, pinpricks of gold begin to pulse among the ferns. I feel Kanade’s hand slip into mine, her skin cool against my palm. The sight of those drifting lights catches in my chest, and for a moment, the heavy fog in my mind parts. My voice comes out quiet, almost hesitant. '... They’re pretty.' Kanade’s fingers tighten around mine. She doesn’t look away from the fireflies, but a soft, rare smile touches her lips. 'Yeah,' she murmurs back. 'They really are.'