（ he doesn't know where the word comes from, exactly. something dredged up out of the ruined wasteland of a shattered mind. it's strange, what can surface in the memory when the right combination of competing sensations hits you.
it's — the fruit cy told him about, months ago now. and he couldn't remember what they were called until this moment, had simply given them a name based on a remembered taste.
crying is not exactly an uncommon thing between them, and cy is not ashamed of it — his shoulders shake as he presses his forehead to sasuke's wet skin. ）
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（ he doesn't know where the word comes from, exactly. something dredged up out of the ruined wasteland of a shattered mind. it's strange, what can surface in the memory when the right combination of competing sensations hits you.
it's — the fruit cy told him about, months ago now. and he couldn't remember what they were called until this moment, had simply given them a name based on a remembered taste.
crying is not exactly an uncommon thing between them, and cy is not ashamed of it — his shoulders shake as he presses his forehead to sasuke's wet skin. ）
Breadfruit. It's breadfruit.