You are the Moon
By Lily Maxwell
Miharu had never been one that held any special interest in poetry and metaphors.
A special thought, however, made its way into his mind on that night.
He was lying on the grassy ground, his hand outstretched towards the full moon. If Thobari-sensei or any of the others found him there, they would lecture him about how he had no sense of danger, about how he should listen to them more, and stay where it was safe.
Despite whatever arguments they could come up with, under that bright starry sky, he felt completely safe.
The day was noisy. Bright. Busy. Tiring. The sun would sometimes bother him. He didn't think it was particularly bad, though. He just liked the night more.
The night was calming. Beautiful. Benevolent. Inviting. The soft moonlight was captivating; sometimes he wondered how it would be to lie down, night after night, and notice how it changed, slowly, carefully. It shone shyly amidst all that darkness; it was almost a melancholy glimmer. It gave him a feeling of tranquility. A break from all that light of day.
On that particular night, Miharu thought Yoite was like the moon.
He didn't catch attention in a crowd. But if you met him somewhere away from all that noise, he made his presence known. He was special. He was powerful. He was incredibly sad. But from all the people he knew, all of those who made their ways into his life, he was honest. Not blunt about his feelings or his past, but he was honest about what he wanted, and he was determined about it. He didn't hide behind silly jokes or fake smiles of comfort. He wanted him to use Shinrabanshou. He made it clear.
Like the moon, he shone with determination through the darkened clouds.
With Yoite, he didn't have doubts. With Yoite, he didn't worry. There was a calm silence when he was around him. He wouldn't question him, he wouldn't order him anymore than he already had established. Gather the kinjitsus. Do not tell anyone. Grant my wish.
Sometimes he wondered how it would be to lie down beside him, night after night, and listen to everything that had happened to him up to that point. Slowly, carefully. Without missing a single detail.
With his arm stretched upwards, Miharu wondered how it would be like to be closer to the moonlight. Not just to be caught on its light like this, so far away. He wondered how the path that led it to him was like.
On that particular night, Miharu thought Yoite was like the moon.