it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, ——why can’t i dіe?
… that follows. unexpected yet expression remains unwavered,
“must be the summer heat. haven’t been able to rest much because of it.” guise perfected, braids of lies smoothly woven between words. “don’t worry about it.”
satoru ——— the strongest, often associated with utter chaos by some, perceived as intangible … but never by he. in suguru’s eyes, he sees him as a boy he loves; one he finds his soul gravitating back to at the end of the …
his words waltz like a dragonfly tapping static waters , lifting each of his heartstrings with all too much ease. visage immediately shifts as gaze ignites———they were mellifluous to his ears.
" a date ?" he repeats ,
… day. a lover and best friend at the same time. the only one he’s had, and the only one he’ll ever have.
“promise.” frame easing into touch, fitting perfectly. silence falls between the two as he listens to unexpected question …