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Kashuu Kiyomitsu returned on a Tuesday afternoon. He walked through the citadel doors seemingly out of nowhere.
Yasusada Yamatonokami was halfway done with horse duty with Gokotai when he spotted the sword.
Clad in hat and blue cloak normal for those returning from their journey.
Taller. Only by a few centimeters but still noticeable.
He couldn't see his face because of the hat, but because of the neck and forearms, Yasusada could conclude that his skin was clean, clear, glowing without a single brush of makeup to stifle it's light.
The moment Kashuu spoke, Yasusada's rake hit the dirt with a dull thud.
"Good to see you, Yasusada."
"K-K-Kiyomitsu…."
"How have things been without me here? Boring right-"
"I didn't know….!"
Yasusada didn't expect the tears to come, but sure enough, they did.
"I didn't know…. When you even were…."
He tried to wipe them away, but more replaced them.
"You didn't even take any of your makeup…." He cried quietly, "... You left it all in our room…"
"...No, I did take one." Kashuu smirked sadly and yet fondly as he pulled out his coat pocket a single piece of brand name lip balm.
It was red. His favorite color.
"Honestly, I didn't-"
Before he could finish that, Yasusada had already pulled him into a tight embrace with no intention of letting go again.