drowned

English translation of 我爱impala67's fic on Lofter:https://woaiimpala67axianla.lofter.com/post/1f1f0cb8_2b7fda761Turning over in the middle of the night, the sight of Isagi sleeping under the illumination of the fluorescent light of the clock still made Yukimiya think that he was cute, even though Isagi was someone who would directly look into his eyes and say words that touched a raw nerve.The one who would look at Yukimiya, even though Yukimiya was not the only one he looked at; Isagi who would give Yukimiya a chance to resurrect, even though he said anyone would do; Isagi who praised Yukimiya outright, even though he said he was just using a handy tool.The convergence of one’s strong points and shortcomings, the blending of light and dark, the overlap of purity and desire, this was his Isagi (God) Yo- (and) -ichi (devil).Yukimiya stood up, reaching out to touch the bruise on the back of Isagi’s hand, and leaned down to kiss his forehead.“My Lord, this is my response.”