A/N:
Hails: Blep. I gotta be honest, I had a hard time with Ryuji's.
Ryūji is basil. He seems rough and foreign and he's criticized by all who meet him—don't lie, you did it too. But once you've gazed deep into his core you discover that he's got every flavor under the sun.
He's sweet like brotherly compassion, aromatic like the spice cupboard in a bustling kitchen. He is savory like a family you've never had, peppery like a clogged windpipe full of pepper after harsh words. He's contradictory at every angle and somedays you'll never understand him. He's rough to the texture and hard to chew but when you're past that, he becomes a fabulous blend of everything. He's essential to the best meals, the ones that remind you what's truly important, like happiness and meditated balance and abstinence from the bad.
Ryūji is basil.
