[ That room lingers much like a dream in the edges of Akira's mind. Normally it would be a sweet one, confessing the feelings he's held on to for so long and getting to hold his beloved's heart in his hands while laying him down with a kiss...had he woken up from it in the morning like any other dream he'd be kicking his feet and giggling.
But that's not how it happened. Haruaki was there. Along with the dreadful, awful realization that he did indeed say all those things, do all those things.
Haruaki is truly a creature of mercy for not bringing it up until now.
Akira assumes he's done something wrong from the tone, like forgetting to put something away or not taking the trash out when he should have. But then Haruaki clarifies, and his pleasantly apologetic demeanor freezes. ]
...Alright.
[ It's quiet, careful, even with a smile still in place like a cornered fawn. ]
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But that's not how it happened. Haruaki was there. Along with the dreadful, awful realization that he did indeed say all those things, do all those things.
Haruaki is truly a creature of mercy for not bringing it up until now.
Akira assumes he's done something wrong from the tone, like forgetting to put something away or not taking the trash out when he should have. But then Haruaki clarifies, and his pleasantly apologetic demeanor freezes. ]
...Alright.
[ It's quiet, careful, even with a smile still in place like a cornered fawn. ]
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