[ there are so many questions. so, so many— but even yuuji knew when to take a step back, allow someone a chance to catch a breather and collect themselves. if akira doesn't want to be here, so be it. without any further digging into that incident, yuuji refrained from bringing it up anymore. a step or two behind, he couldn't help but give him one final look, unable to shake off this lingering curiosity about what he witnessed a moment ago. oh, the fact he's not bombarding akira with questions is a new level of self-control.
he hates it.
eventually, he picked up the pace and reached the other's side, smiling again. ]
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he hates it.
eventually, he picked up the pace and reached the other's side, smiling again. ]
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