3 Works in Mikleo Needs a Hug (Tales of Zestiria)
It's difficult to accept success, especially when the price is your whole world being ripped out from under you. Words left unsaid only makes the pain acute, stabbing directly in the heart with every memory.
When Mikleo is sent into a land rampant with not malevolence, but the thick stench of pollution, he was confused. People could communicate clearly without the use of a squire pact, Seraphim were nothing more than a children's tale, and there was such a thing as plastic.
He didn't realise the pollution was killing him until he came home.
!!!CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MIKLEO'S BACKSTORY!!!
... And then the human tried again, as light as a feather, and let his finger follow his eyelashes... then barely touched his lower eyelid... and then he wiped away the tears from the one side of Mikleo's face, ever so gently running his hand along his soft, pale skin.
Mikleo could already feel his senses coming back to him. Judging from their current interactions, this human must be some sort of hermit or mountain dweller. Someone who lived separated from the rest of civilized society.
It didn't require much, however, for his attention to come back to the human, seeming to admire his looks. Or cleaning his face for him. He had to thank him somehow, for saving his life, and...
The man scooted even closer, just a headspace away from Mikleo's, in order to wipe the other side of his face.
And then Mikleo saw him, the light directly above him catching the features of the other man...
He was... He was... (The first thing he registered in his mind with a light gasp were those piercing, emerald eyes, staring right back into his...)
... More of a boy, than a man. A young man. Around Mikleo's age.
Mikleo and Sorey immediately realize that they are similar, but when Mikleo struggles and squirms with his identity and Sorey struggles with his sexuality they end up finding themselves more frighteningly alike than ever imaginable, while still managing to be polar opposites.