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Ritsu's heart is curled with love, a spoon no mouth has touched. His brother kisses the air when he smiles, loudly, with a joyful bend in his lips holier than forcing metal to shudder as it collapses.
Ritsu holds the utensil to his mouth in a daydream--miso soup at dinner is ordinary, despite his feelings--and he shapes his mouth to kiss, to fit the shape of love.