#& — neion. ⋇ i don't know why I had to fall in love with someone who's more stubborn than i am ( ship ; galaxythixf )

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     “─You overdid it again, didn’t you?” Scolding, perhaps? They couldn’t, there was no edge to their words. Betrayed by the smile upon face, lavender gaze speaks nothing more than affection. The two of them are the only ones occupying the infirmary, Shion having carried him half of the way there, and there was no real need for alarm. A nasty sprain to the ankle, was it? It could’ve been worse, had he hadn’t been stopped. Neito’s stubbornness was unrivaled, a source of Shion’s frustration, for they were equally as stubborn. They reach over, fingertips lightly graze his cheek, and they slide down to trace the length of his jaw. The truth was, Shion wouldn’t know what to do with themselves if anything serious happened to him.

      They both faced that risk every single day. For now, however, they find themselves breathing another side of relief. “Now, you’re on strict bed rest. If you try to move, I will tie you to this bed myself, Neito.”    ╱    @galaxythixf​ ♥’d for a starter !!

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  “I leave for Nagoya for a week and you have separation anxiety, right?” They’re kidding, of course; leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “I’m back.”   ∕   @galaxythixf

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        “--Wake up, dearest.”

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neito ; the amazing spiderman @galaxythixf

      ━ This wasn’t the first time they’d been at odds with danger. It was becoming more and more of a constant in their life, for Shion was unfortunately gifted with the desire to run right into it rather than go in the opposite direction. This often led to them getting tangled up in dicey scenarios ( or rather, they’d end up finding them instead. Shion seemed to have a knack for being at the wrong place at the wrong time ), many of which their partner would have to come to bail them out of. This was one of those nights, a routine Tuesday night for the two of them. The wind whipped inky strands of hair out of those lavender irises, their gaze drifting down below. Midtown went on as normal for evening rush hour, buses, cars, pedestrians as well - all unaware of what was taking place on the roof above. Heart pounded against their ribcage, adrenaline rushing throughout their veins and provoking a sense of thrill that spread to the blossoming smirk across their lips. 

       “Now or never, I suppose.” Neito didn't need to worry, there was nothing less crazy than leaping off the edge of a building on the edge of thirty-fifth street anyway. Thus, in the shadow of the Empire State Building, Shion breathes in and leans forward to spring forward on their heels. A leap that drew them up into the air, before gravity bound them both, beginning to spiral down towards the street below. 

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galaxythixf - Neito

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NEITO. || @galaxythixf (cont.)

   “I don’t need a holiday, but it’s a nice feeling, isn’t it?” They speak close to the shell of his ear, partly leaning against his right side, leaving their hand tucked against his arm. They’d come up behind him moments before, pressed lips against his cheek in declaration of such an international celebration. Honestly, the reaction was one that they’d come to expect, which is why the smirk upon their face chose to linger, lavender irises flickering in mild amusement. Neito never did see the point of such things, didn’t he? Affection was affection, any day, any time, and anywhere. Yet Shion still enjoyed the simple indulging every now and again, leaving behind small, endearing gestures that would consistently let him know that they were always thinking of him. 

   “Shall I give you another one—?”

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NEITO. || @galaxythixf

     YOUR EYES HAVE SEEN HELL, THE BATTLEFIELD CHEWS YOU UP AND SPITS YOU OUT. Lavender irises sweep across their face reflected back in the mirror, fingertips brushing their way along bruised skin to inspect the numerous cuts that had been patched up. They do remember, the last few ticking seconds before they’d passed out while on patrol - the pro hero’s back curled itself against the wall, their last sharp inhale of breath, Neito’s shadow as it swept in front of them; the sound of a body colliding roughly on concrete. The scent of blood overwhelms their nostrils, and then darkness. Right. They had been attacked from both sides.

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     The news had been broken to them the second they’d opened their eyes and finished inspecting themselves in the mirror - grave expressions met their alarming questions as they forced themselves to completely leap out of their hospital bed. ( “Neito, where’s Neito?” ) Heart skips a beat within their chest, the faces of their hero commands dipped in hesitation stood around as if debating who’d break the news to them first. It wasn’t the grim reality death, no, but maybe a fate worse than that.

     “Shion, he doesn’t remember who he is, or who we are—we don’t—”

     Their head felt as if it had been shoved underwater, garbled, alarming words that felt like water entering their lungs. A twinge of guilt is enough to cause their stomach to churn ( he was protecting YOU Shion ), them up on their feet immediately. Sure, there was protesting, arms that reached out to grab their own, fingertips that grazed their shoulders that he simply pulled themselves away from. No, that couldn’t be true. Could it? If he couldn’t remember himself, would he remember … them? Voices in the hallway called their name, over and over again, but Shion was relentless, feet not stopping until their hand was on the door of Neito’s room, trembling fingers beginning to slide it open.

        Knuckles along with their face had gone white, a frown pressed itself into their lips, becoming all the more aware of their wedding ring upon their finger of their right hand.  

             “—Neito…?”

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NEITO. || @galaxythixf

      HEROES WERE NOT CONSIDERED IMMORTAL. They were made up of the same flesh and blood just like any other human being. Perhaps Shion had managed to lull themselves into a false sense of security in their short time in the role as a Pro Hero. Disasters and death couldn’t touch them, weren’t present at their doorstep, weren’t knocking loud enough. Yet this was incredibly naive, their reality was on the television screen in front of them, body feeling as if it was plunged into its greatest nightmare. Only this wasn’t one they were viewing behind their eyelids. The surprise attack that had left multiple Heroes and civilians alike, either deceased or gravely injured, was in Neito’s ward. Phantom Thief was one of the consistent presences in that area, and Shion had no contact with him as this chaos unraveled itself. 

       Shion swallowed back the rise of bile that crept its way up their throat. Just the idea of something happening to him was enough to bring forth waves of nausea. They were both young, and Shion desperately wanted the life that included the white picket fence, but they knew that was not what they’d signed up for. Imagining the worst-case scenario had anchored them to the floor in their living room, standing stiffly until they felt their phone vibrate in their hands. Sharp exhales of breath were quick to rise and exhale from lungs, the familiar name lighting up their screen causing a wave of relief to wash over them. However, their hands couldn’t stop their trembling, as a fingertip struggled to unlock and read each message. 

       Their husband was okay, but how many others could say the same? What time was it? The date, time, and even the day of the week -- foreign things to them long forgotten. ( ‘I’ll be home, Shion. I promise.’ ) They took a moment to close their eyes, raising their phone to their chest and keeping it close. A whisper of thanks was offered to whoever above would listen. Before drawing it back to begin to type with one finger, a shaky reply. 

     ‘No, no, I’m staying awake. I’m not shutting my eyes until you walk through the door. I’m so happy you’re okay--I---panicked---I need you to come home as soon as you can.’ Clicking ‘send’ took a few seconds, as they felt their gaze blur with the onset of uncomfortable tears. 

    They would wait. All night if that’s how long it took for him to come home.

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INBOX MEME || Accepting || @galaxythixf 12. My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

     ‘PRO HERO MINDSWEEPER MISSING’ etched in bold ink on the front page of the morning paper, a number at the bottom seeking out individuals that may offer any leads. Their footsteps had simply vanished without a trace twenty-four hours ago, giving way towards an impromptu search and rescue that covered the greater perimeter of the Tokyo metropolis. It was one of those scenarios where Agency personnel would have to seize case files of the people Shion had last been seen with. In such a turn of events, it was all right to bend privacy regulations. 

       One of the more adamant Heroes that took charge of the search, Phantom Thief, had combed through every recent case Shion had taken on and had locked away within their drawer. ( There was no stopping him, every grueling hour that past was one longer that he’d not seen his partner’s safe return. ) With that drive of determination, he led them to a side apartment in the more rural ward of Meguro, two train stops away from Shion’s resident agency. 

       Upon farther investigation of the apartment, and it’s tightly drawn curtains, Shion was discovered in the basement ( unharmed, thankfully ), bound by their wrists. As it turned out, they’d been abducted by the ex-lover of a young woman whose memory they’d erased. He’d been growing obsessive, borderline abusive, and they’d done their best to step in and aid. However, it ended up getting them into this mess, and now under the watchful gaze of their husband’s stormy eyes. 

      “I’m all right, nothing’s happened.” Shion’s tone remains calm among the newborn chaos that erupts in the tiny space, as rope is cut from their wrists. “He made too many mistakes, I knew you’d come for me.” They try to farther assure, because they felt if they didn’t, Neito would come to rip this man’s face clear off. “Let’s just get out of here, I’m quite exhausted, but I’ll tell you the full story.”

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NEITO. || @galaxythixf

      Occasionally, it did get to them. The anxiety crept under their skin, clouding their rationality with a series of unfortunate ‘what if’s?’ that they couldn’t pull themselves away from. Shion was fully aware of the risks they’d have to take on when they’d entwined themselves into Neito’s life; swallowing the concept that they’d have to take a backseat to their partner’s intriguing career. Tonight was one of those nights, standing in the doorway of their shared bedroom, arms folded across their chest as fingers dug themselves into their arms. 

     “I am in no way doubting you.” Just, sometimes, sometimes, they got deep within their head. They knew Neito would despise such a thing of course. Their city could sleep easily knowing they had somebody watching over them throughout the evening. “I just -- worry.” For Shion, who’d always been the sturdy pillar that never wavered at his side, they too would come to have their moments. “I can’t sleep, and I know you have to go, but I wanted to say it again and tell you that I love you.” 

   In the morning when Neito crawled back into bed and Shion would eventually wake up to the fresh smell of coffee that he’d begun to brew, maybe they’d laugh about ever feeling as much concern as they did at that present moment.

   “Take care, and just make sure you come back to me.” A smile blossoms out of their words, a relieving sight amid the darkness of the room. 

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THIS. || @galaxythixf

“Really, Neito?” Shion’s sigh echoes across the room, leaning against the familiar desk with a gaze first to the ceiling before it narrows on him. ��My ‘unfortunate’ height?!”

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* NEITO. @galaxythixf

     He’s  got  it  all  wrong  ―  it  was  confusion  that  was  etched  within  those  features  of  theirs  rather  than  fright.  There  was  a  lull  in  their  memory  that  they  were  struggling  to  grasp  hold  of,  why  did  this  scenery  feel  so  foreign  yet  so  familiar  all  at  once?  Another  version  of  themselves  existed  within  this  world  that  paralleled  their  own,  and  the  eyes  they  were  staring  in,  although  identical,  were  not  those  of  their  partner  at  all.  The  restraints  had  made  them  go  relatively  numb,  thumbing  through  the  possibilities  that  could’ve  lead  them  to  this  place.  A  bar?  Another  scent  that’s  nostalgic,  but  they  couldn’t  recall  any  memory  of  ever  being  in  such  a  place. 

    A  swallow  of  the  lump  within  their  throat,  he  was  speaking,  but  Shion  couldn’t  process  any  of  it.  Had  something  gone  wrong  during  their  training  session?  Perhaps  hit  with  some  sort  of  ability  that  had  warped  time?  Neito  resembled  something  out  of  a  comic  book,  a  villain  wearing  a  Hero’s  face,  something  along  that  sort.  “―What  are  you  going  on  about?”  A  tilt  of  their  head  causes  the  hair  to  slip  back  into  their  face,  but  does  little  to  mask  that  lavender  stare  that  seems  to  be  overwhelming.

   “You’re  Neito,  but  you’re  not  all  at  once.  How  did  I  get  here?  Why  am  I  restrained?  I  don’t  even  have  any  weapons  on  me.”  They  weren’t  as  dangerous  as  their  counterpart.  “Explain  this  to  me,  and  where  am  I?”