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Under the paring knife, the mango unbecomes itself. Now it is only: flesh, skin, pit. Core, flare, chromosphere. Sticky nectar rivering down: wrist and palm and knuckle. Wakatoshi watches Iwaizumi like he’s seated at another game, another ritual.
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- Part 1 of the sun in his mouth
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luscious imagery
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favorite favorite favorite
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tender, intimate, permanence in the transient
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literally the most beautiful fic ive read .
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i want to eat this fic what the hell — this is so unfair the prose is phenomenal, the inherent eroticism and romanticism of sharing food is something i'm painfully weak for, and the ushiiwa fling furudate gave us was an appetizer and you made it one hell of a meal.
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Prose as sweet and ripe and decadent as mango
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Wakatoshi takes the spoon. With his left hand, he digs out a pre-cut orange cube from the mango’s flesh. When he brings it to his mouth, his eyes widen.
Is the sun in my mouth? he asks his father, four years old and still learning the difference between things that stay in the sky and things that don’t.
His father laughs, but it’s not unkind. Mangoes aren’t the sun, Toshi, but it’s the closest thing we’ve got to it.