[ Akashi can't look at Mayuzumi anymore. His face is facing away from the older boy's, cheeks red. He wouldn't be reacting this way if not for what Emerald told him when they were in Theasthai.
Beyond the good feeling he's getting from moonlacing, he's holding Mayuzumi's hand. It's a lot bigger than his. It's warm. His own hand fits so well, and— there it is. That feeling of wanting to do more, an effect of chroma flowing into one's body. Akashi's mouth opens to say something, to answer Mayuzumi properly, but instead what he manages to blurt out is: ]
I've thought about you a lot these past few days. [ ... Ah, that's not what he's wanted to say. He looks like a deer in the headlights now, and his eyes dart from one point to another. He looks so lose, but he's still facing away from the silver-haired boy. ]
It seems— It seems that this world is making me more honest. I didn't mean to say that.
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Beyond the good feeling he's getting from moonlacing, he's holding Mayuzumi's hand. It's a lot bigger than his. It's warm. His own hand fits so well, and— there it is. That feeling of wanting to do more, an effect of chroma flowing into one's body. Akashi's mouth opens to say something, to answer Mayuzumi properly, but instead what he manages to blurt out is: ]
I've thought about you a lot these past few days. [ ... Ah, that's not what he's wanted to say. He looks like a deer in the headlights now, and his eyes dart from one point to another. He looks so lose, but he's still facing away from the silver-haired boy. ]
It seems— It seems that this world is making me more honest. I didn't mean to say that.
[ Smooth... ]