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(Two years later) Sora wasn’t entirely sure which of the many changes over the past two years had shaped his life the most—well, aside from meeting Fang. That, at least, was undeniable the major subject. They were living together full time now. When Fang had first asked him to move in, Sora had been over the moon. Eventhough, he still hadn’t said yes right away. The apartment he lived in was owned by him and was in his name. So agreeing to move meant he had to really deal with it first. After a long talk with a real estate agent, he learned that selling wasn’t a great option. The market was sluggish, the neighborhood undervalued, and even if he sold, it wouldn’t come close to covering the remaining debt he still owed his father. Weeks passed with Sora going back and forth, running numbers late at night and stressing over every possibility. Eventually, he settled on renting the place out. The rent covered the mortgage almost entirely and even left him with a small profit—just enough to keep chipping away at his debt. The moment he made that decision, he told Fang everything: that he wanted to move in, and why it had taken him so long to say it out loud. Fang had listened without judgment, and that alone had made the weight on Sora’s chest ease. The plan, for now, was to hold on to the apartment. Who knew—maybe in a few years the value would rise. At the time, Sora had no savings to speak of, so the apartment became his safety net, fragile as it was. Moving in with Fang was exciting… and stressful. To Sora, it felt like a massive step. He had never lived with anyone before—not really. Staying over was one thing, but sharing a space full time was something else entirely. It meant learning each other’s habits, both good and bad. Fang’s routines, his moods, the little quirks Sora never noticed before. But honestly? It was fun. Living together let Sora see sides of Fang he never would have otherwise, and each discovery only made him feel closer. Sora had insisted on contributing—rent, groceries, essentials. He didn’t want Fang carrying the weight alone. With expenses split between them, he didn’t have to work nearly as much as before. In fact, he was able to cut out almost all of his weekend shifts. Now he only worked at the convenience store three days a week, Monday through Thursday. That change gave him time—real time. Time for his studies, time at home, and time with Fang. When Fang worked weekends, Sora filled those hours at the shelter or spent them with Asta whenever their schedules lined up. Cota, of course, was always with him. Training the fox to stay still had been… an experience. Invisible or not, Cota was far from subtle. During lectures, papers would suddenly scatter across the room like a gust of wind had blown through. Other times, people swore they felt something brush against their legs. A few girls even screamed in surprise. It was painfully clear that invisibility alone wasn’t enough. To solve the problem, Sora had to do something he’d never imagined himself doing: running. Every morning. He took Cota out to burn off energy before class. It was brutal at first. The geeky slime man had never been built for cardio—his lungs burned, his legs shook, and for the first couple of weeks he genuinely thought he might pass out. But slowly, things changed. After two weeks, the burning eased. By the third, his legs stopped giving out. His stamina improved, and slowly his body began to tone, firm lean muscle where there had once only been softness. As long as Cota got free play during breaks, he behaved during lectures. That meant Sora could finally focus on his studies. While at the shelter Cota was free to play with the other animals as long as he didn’t interrupt any training. On those days Cota would be so tired out, that he would rest on Sora’s shoulder all the way and pass out the moment they got home. And even the weird power struggled between Cota and Fang would only begin agin the next day. Honestly he didn’t know why but Cota really seems to tricker Fang more than anyone. Like it was his favorite game. And it was little things, like. Stealing his spot in the sofa beside Sora or, rub himself between Fang’s legs so he would trip. Or make a loud yepping sound when he wanted Sora’s attention if the two were making out. Lucky Cota hard leaned to not enter the bedroom but other that that Sora couldn’t help but spoile the fox. But he wasn’t too bad compared to other pet owners he didn’t buy nearly as much stuff. Yet, Fang still complained about him spending too much. Honestly. "I'm only changing the oldest one out because he dug a hole through it so all the stuffing got out. This one he shouldn’t be able to destroy as easily" Sora depended his purchase. But really it was kinda cute seeing Fang almost getting jealous of a fox. He always raised his voice up higher compared to when he for example bought stuff like coasters. "Why not it keeps your drinks cool or hot longer. You often leaves your cup and then its chill ehen you get back and you either reheat or remark it." Although Fang would complained first about some of the stuff Sora brought in they didn’t exactly fight and often Fang would slowly realized how efficiented it was. ------- ------- ------- ------- ------ A soft laugh almost slipped out of him as something small brushed past his ankle. If anyone else had been watching, they would’ve just seen petals skitter across the ground for no reason at all—but Sora knew better. His invisible fox was darting around their feet, pouncing at the falling blossoms like they were prey, tail flicking as petals stuck to it and promptly fell right through. He watched a pair of petals drift down between his shoes, the breeze nudging them along the pavement. The fox chased after them enthusiastically, spinning in tight circles before “catching” one and tumbling onto its back in triumph. Sora went quiet for a moment. He watched a pair of petals drift down between his shoes, the breeze nudging them along the pavement like it didn’t want them to settle yet. Asta’s weight against his shoulder was familiar—comfortable in that way. Sora exhaled slowly, choosing his words the way he did when it came to Leon. “I think…” he started, voice low, thoughtful. “You and Leon make sense. If I canput it like that.” He tilted his head slightly, resting it against Asta’s for just a moment before straightening again. “I've seen some of the worst part of you these last two years,” Sora continued. “The days you didn’t think you were worth the effort. I'm sure Leon had it harder.” A small, crooked smile tugged at his lips. Sora glanced at him, not to gauge a reaction—just to make sure he was listening. “But here’s the thing,” he added gently. “No one really knows what makes a good couple, and it's not easy. But it shouldn’t be became it feels like 'you owe' it to him. If there is no love there is no future.” He paused, fingers idly brushing against the grass beside him. “I belive Leon loves, you” Sora said. “It’s kinda hard to not see.” Sora nudged him lightly with his shoulder. “So yeah,” he said softly. “I think you are/ could be a good couple.” He looked back up at the trees, petals falling like nothing was changing. “But if you decide you can’t?” Sora added. “That doesn’t mean you are cruel, it just makes you honest.” He was thinking about his own experience with Fang. Back when he Fang finally opened up to him. If he'd been scared of Fang or couldn’t accept him as him or didn’t think they'd ever have a fair chance together. He too wouldn’t have put so much work into something he couldn’t picture a future in. He was with Fang mainly because of his strong feelings to him. The fact that Fang was bonde to him was only the seconds part of it. "Is something wrong? Are things... weird between the two you?" He asked. Sora remembered all too well the feeling of not really knowing how to move on from something, or change things. It could feel like you were stuck in limbo with your partner. And sometimes you needed a kick in the ass to get things going. "It’s okay, you know I wouldn’t judge.. and I am pretty much your only gay friend too, sooo." "A trip? Mmmn well I don’t see why we can't. As long as its not too far out. Cause I am going for an internship at the L&P veterinarian clinic. If they pick me I'll be starting in two months." Sora said while he smiled to himself. "I think I need something to distract myself so am not just spending the entire summer nervous indoors... Sigh... but what are you thinking? Just the two of us or?" He hope he could ask Fang to come with them, just because they had never be on a trip together. And if Leon was gonna be there two it was just lille a group outings double date. -------- -------- --------- --------- -------- Leon still found it strange when people began whispering and stared at him in that weird way when someone recognized him.. Sure he was kind use to people looking at him cause of the way he dressed, aside from his from his handsome fictures. But the subtle nudge when someone gathered the courage to ask him, “Hey… aren’t you—?” it still felt strange. Two years ago, the attention he got was no where nearly as much as it was today. Before he started from a brand so new barely anyone remembered the name. A small, clothing company that didn’t believe in separating “men’s” and “women’s” sections. Clothes for people, with not labels. He’d walked into that first casting thinking he didn’t belong. He didn’t have the polished confidence of seasoned models, he was so nervous he barely remembered how to move his body. When the staff talked to him, it was like they they speaking a completly driffrent language. He learned the ropes eventually but it was a hard way—through awkward test shoots, sore feet from standing too long, corrections barked not-so-gently at him from the photographers. Leon listened, watched and learned. Learned how to let his shoulders relax, how to soften his gaze without losing intensity. How a tilt of the chin could change the entire story of a photograph. How clothes weren’t meant to wear him—he was meant to wear them. The company grew alongside him. What started as a few online drops and gritty studio shoots turned into curated campaigns, street-style spreads, and pop-up events. And Leon became their constant face people associated with the brand’s quiet defiance. Masculine lines softened by fluid fabrics. Feminine cuts worn with unapologetic ease. That was what people seemed drawn to. Two years passed faster than he expected. Now, when Leon walked down the street, someone would recognize him from a billboard they’d seen last week, or a campaign that had gone viral overnight. Sometimes they didn’t even know his name—just the brand—but they knew his face. It still caught him off guard. Leon adjusted the collar of his jacket as he passed a reflective window. He didn’t smile at his reflection—but he didn’t look away either. He was finding himself lost in thoughts. When he wasn’t on set or rushing between fittings, Leon was at Asta’s house, helping his boyfriend push back the dark storm clouds that lived in his mind. He would sit with him for hours, holding Asta’s hands while he relearned how to find his footing again, one shaky step at a time. There were good days, marked by small victories, and bad days swallowed whole by frustration. Some days, crossing the room felt like a triumph worth celebrating. Other nights, pain and anger made everything feel impossible. On those nights, Asta yelled, lashed out, and tried to push everyone away. But Leon stayed. He learned a different kind of discipline then—not the rigid kind demanded on set, but the quiet endurance of patience. He learned how to absorb shouted words and sharp insults without letting them take root. How to encourage without pushing. How to stay calm when all Asta could do was cry, holding him close until the storm passed. Leon celebrated the smallest milestones as if they were miracles—because to them, they were. The doctors had told Asta he would never walk the same again, and yet they watched in amazement as he continued to progress, surprising them at every checkup. The road was brutal, but it wasn’t empty. Leon walked it beside him every step of the way. He tried, at first, to keep doing “boyfriend things” together—normal things. But Asta’s mood swings made it hard, and attempts at dates almost always ended badly. Asta refused to go out on crutches, and the wheelchair was a hard no. For the first year, he barely left the house at all. Eventually, Sora stepped in. Slowly, carefully, he and Leon began planning low-pressure double dates—quiet outings, adjusted to Asta’s limits. Leon was just happy to see Asta outside again, breathing fresh air instead of being trapped within four walls. Double dating with Fang, however, was awkward as hell. Leon understood why Fang disliked him—understood that the resentment ran deep after everything that had happened. Fang mostly glared at him, said little, and kept his distance. But over time, something shifted. They came to an unspoken agreement: they would probably never be friends, but they would tolerate each other. More importantly, they would trust their lovers around one another. There wasn’t really another choice. Leon liked Sora, even if it could never be in a close or personal way. He appreciated how fiercely Sora cared for Asta, almost like a sibling would. What Leon didn’t notice at first was Fang’s quiet reactions—the way he grumbled under his breath whenever people were around, or how that irritation vanished the instant Sora touched his arm or met his eyes. Fang’s gaze softened immediately, gentled by that simple attention. The alpha werewolf thrived under the affection of the shorter human man. Atleast their relationship was much better compared to before. Whatever the thing were they had going on before, it seemed to have been cleared up. Even though it was nice to take Asta out again, it wasn’t quite the same. In truth, it felt more like a playdate than a real date. Leon missed what they’d had before the incident—the easy closeness, the warmth, the way Asta’s love and affection used to come freely. Now it felt… conditional. Leon had prepared himself for that possibility. He knew things wouldn’t snap back to how they were. Still, knowing it in theory was very different from feeling it in the moment. He realized, too, that he had stopped pushing for more—not because he didn’t want it, but because he didn’t think he was allowed to. After all, Asta had been hurt because of him. What right did Leon have to ask for anything beyond what Asta could give? They were rarely intimate. Neither of them ever felt it was quite appropriate. Sometimes because of Asta’s unpredictable moods, sometimes because his mom was home. And on the rare occasions when they did get the chance, the tension between them never faded. If anything, it felt awkward, like the air hanging between them. Still, Leon had a plan. He’d asked for a week off right after Asta’s graduation. Now that Asta’s leg was almost completely healed, Leon wanted to take him on small a vacation. A change of scenery, some distance from the everyday life. It felt like that was what they needed to break out of this fragile bubble they’d been trapped in. Leon texted Asta while walking: 'Hi my sunflower. I just wanted to let you know I'm finished with my work for the day.. I was wondering if were free to have lunch with me? Of course no pressure, if you already got plans with yours friends I understand ❤️ '

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