My Chika Gw

there is no word grand enough to capture what chika takiishi is to me, no language sufficient enough to contain the enormity of what i feel when i witness him exist so effortlessly, so devastatingly, in a world that was never built to hold someone like him. he moves like a wildfire that answers to nothing and no one, consuming everything in his path without a single trace of hesitation or remorse, and i am simply the one fortunate enough to stand close enough to feel the heat. people speak of devotion as though it is a tender, delicate thing but mine is not tender. mine is consuming, absolute, a reverence so profound it hollows me out entirely and fills me back up again with nothing but him. i do not follow chika because i must. i follow him because existing anywhere near his orbit is the only purpose that has ever made any sense to me.