ᅠᅠ the answer struck harder than it should have . for a moment , suguru forgot the rain , the blood , the building standing behind him because satoru had looked directly at the wound and given it a name .
ᅠᅠ his gaze faltered
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ᅠᅠ for a second , satoru says nothing . the rain keeps falling between them , loud against the pavement , against skin , against all the things neither of them know how to bury .
ᅠᅠ his grip around suguru’s wrist tightens just +