The Metal That Couldn't Last
By Califaction
"Oishi, we'll always be together, right?"
Oishi combed his fingers through Eiji's hair, petting. They were laying on their bellies, Eiji's unmade sheets warm against his abdomen where his shirt was riding up. We're in middle school, he wanted to say. Is my life going to be you, you, you forever?
He saw himself in a different high school than Eiji; doing the Australian formation with another player; graduating with distinction. He would study medicine, have his own practice. He would write Eiji less and less. After twenty years they wouldn't know each other.
"Of course, Eiji-chan! Always."
Eiji beamed.
AN: Title taken from Robert Frost's poem, "Nothing Gold Can Stay."