I concur. 

Mutsuki draws his limbs towards his chest, too defeated to even cry. He just hopes that by making himself smaller, he can disappear.

There’s no denying what Torso did to him.

And Urie knows.

“Tooru,” says Urie quietly. 

Mutsuki cringes at his name, because he doesn’t want it, doesn’t want his name or his body or his life.

“It’s not your fault.” Urie slides his arms under Mutsuki to lift him.

“No!” Mutsuki jerks away. “I want to – I need to – I don’t want anyone knowing.”

“Okay.” Urie stares at him. 

Mutsuki drops his flushed face.

“Then let’s button up the coat and find you some shoes.” Urie looks around the cavern. “Here are your pants – they’re cut off at the leg, but they’re still shorts.”

He hands them to Mutsuki. “I’ll look away.”

Mutsuki hurriedly pulls on his pants and shivers as he attempts to button the coat. Even clothed, he feels so – so exposed –

“I won’t tell anyone. Not even Saiko.” Urie says, turning around to look deep into Mutsuki’s eyes. “We love you, Tooru. And I wish I was here earlier, so I could tell that monster to hurt me instead.”

Mutsuki’s face crumbles, and Urie holds him tight as Mutsuki sobs into his shoulder. 

They leave the cave side-by-side. 

The ending broke my Mutsurie heart too. T-T

Mutsuki hasn’t fought a ghoul or human vigilante in a full week. It’s more peaceful here.

Aura’s off flirting with Hogi, and Mutsuki is walking outside, enjoying the warm sunshine and quiet.

He’s able to see himself here. Away from the past and the people he used to avoid it. He hopes that someday, he’ll find not just peace in the countryside, but peace with himself.

A long way off, further down the path, a figure emerges. His pace reminds Mutsuki of Urie.

He smiles to himself. Still seeing the Quinx everywhere. He does miss them.

But as he and the figure near each other, Mutsuki sees him. 

He sees Urie.

Mutsuki stops in shock, but Urie begins to run towards him.

Has something happened? Mutsuki’s throat dries.

Urie reaches him and throws his arms around Mutsuki. “Tooru.”

“What’s wrong?” Mutsuki demands.

Urie pulls back. There are tears in his eyes. “Me.” 

“What do you mean?!”

“I’m – I let you go without telling you.” Urie forces himself to look Mutsuki in his eyes. “I love you. Not just as family.”

Mutsuki goes still.

Urie…

Loves…

Him?

No, surely he can’t – but – Mutsuki feels his heart turning over and over, swirling with the notion that perhaps he too loves Urie.

“You – you mean – ”

Urie presses his lips against Mutsuki, and Mutsuki returns the kiss a hundredfold. 

“I know we both have a lot of issues to work out,” Urie says after a few minutes. “But I want to work them out with you by my side.” His fingers intertwine with Mutsuki’s. “Please, say yes.”

Mutsuki speaks before he has the chance to hesitate. Before he has the chance to convince himself he’s unworthy again. Because Urie thinks he is worthy. “Yes.”

If you want a story that touches on this, @hamliet‘s “The (Mis)Adventures of Goat” is a good one. =)

TW for dysphoria.

“I’m – I’m pregnant!” Mutsuki clamps his hands over his eyes, as if that will block the reality that stares back at him from the doctor’s notes.

“Huh?” Urie knows Mucchy was sick, but – nah, he misheard. 

“I can’t escape it. Being a woman.” Mutsuki stares into space.

“Wait.” Urie stands, but he hesitates. “You’re really -”

“Kuki, help me,” Mutsuki begs as he begins to shake.

Urie’s eyes fill with tears. He strides across the room to take Mutsuki in his arms. “It’s okay, Tooru. You’re okay.”

“I can’t escape – everyone’s going to insist I’m a woman again,” Mutsuki says, wiping his eyes. He’s going to have boobs. A baby is going to grow in his womb. And come out his vagina.

He’s disgusting. Disgustingly feminine. 

“No. I mean, well, some idiots might, but no one who knows you will. You’re my husband, Tooru. Husband.” Urie loves that word. It fills him with pride every time it rolls off his tongue.

“I’m scared, Kuki.” Mutsuki whimpers.

“Me too.” Urie swallows. It hurts to ask, because he’s always wanted a family, but he’s recently presumed adoption anyways. “Do you…want this?”

Mutsuki stares up at him.

“I know Kimi would help us,” Urie says. It’s his fault. His fucking fault, tackling Mutsuki and not stopping for a condom that one time – because they were both so into it – It’s his fault. His mess. He’s hurting his lover. “If you wanted to stop this.”

Mutsuki pauses. He doesn’t want to carry a baby. 

But…it’s Kuki’s baby.

And he loves Kuki. And somewhere, he thinks he could wants his baby.

“I don’t think so,” he says slowly. “I just…can you start therapy with me?”

Urie beams with pride that Mutsuki is so proactive. “Yes. Anything for you, my man.”

They kiss.