[what this means for Hasebe, how it must feel, how personal and intimate it is -- despite his words, he still sees them as two different things, a man and his blade, not the blade's man]
[but if this is what he wants, what he needs, who is he to argue? the hands that guide him feel safe even when he knows they aren't; the weapon before him feels like a toy even when he knows it isn't]
[he leans unconsciously into the affection without thinking about it, before it clicks what it is, not realizing the air around him has grown charged until it's too late]
1/2
[what this means for Hasebe, how it must feel, how personal and intimate it is -- despite his words, he still sees them as two different things, a man and his blade, not the blade's man]
[but if this is what he wants, what he needs, who is he to argue? the hands that guide him feel safe even when he knows they aren't; the weapon before him feels like a toy even when he knows it isn't]
[he leans unconsciously into the affection without thinking about it, before it clicks what it is, not realizing the air around him has grown charged until it's too late]
[wide eyes fly backwards]