4Ikkaku knew that he wasn't known for his love of beauty. He knew that. Everyone knew that Yumichika was the one who appreciated beauty. He was the beautiful one.
Back when Ikkaku and Yumichika lived in the Rukongi, he was surrounded by filth, sickness, and ugliness. Almost know one had time to invest in beauty. Those who were beautiful, we're often killed. Everyone wanted the beauty. The beauty was always killed in the process.
When Ikkaku first saw Yumichika, he knew that he wanted that beauty. Like usual, everyone else also wanted it.
Yumichika's beauty was different from all of those other women. Theirs was contained and tamed. His was free and wild. Like a breath of fresh air.
He saw many try to take the beauty and make it theirs. He also saw many that failed. The man carried nothing, but fought fiercely. Even his fighting had beauty. Skillfully honed for protection, he fought like a graceful cat. Every move calculating his opponents death.
Ikkaku watched till the last man fell, and then approached Yumichika. He offered him a meal and bed for the night. Yumichika accepted.
Since that night, he had always had the beauty for himself. He didn't own it, but it was his. He could never own something so beautiful and free. He knew that he could never tame the beauty. He knew he didn't want to.
Ikkaku looked down at the man sleeping in his arms. He beauty had only grown in the years they spent together.
Yumichika woke slightly. He looked at Ikkaku with a smile. Ikkaku leaned in to kiss him.
Just because he was ugly, just because he wasn't known for his love of beauty, didn't mean that he can't love a beauty. A beauty that was his, but was always free.
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