[No. He'd been given an order. Juzo bites down hard on the rest of the name. There's bitter despair rising in his throat, bubbling in his chest; is this really what it's come to? Kyosuke would turn his back even on Chisa for his ideals . . . ?
Juzo deserves it, of course. But Chisa? If only Kyosuke had seen. He'd understand then. He'd have to. He's reasonable. He's caring—everything up to this point had happened because he'd cared so damn much about the world and everyone's happiness—
The space between them right now feels like two cold fronts meeting over a vast ocean. The air around Juzo goes cold and wet, so humid the water begins to condense out of it, beading in his hair and eyelashes, trickling down his chest.
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[No. He'd been given an order. Juzo bites down hard on the rest of the name. There's bitter despair rising in his throat, bubbling in his chest; is this really what it's come to? Kyosuke would turn his back even on Chisa for his ideals . . . ?
Juzo deserves it, of course. But Chisa? If only Kyosuke had seen. He'd understand then. He'd have to. He's reasonable. He's caring—everything up to this point had happened because he'd cared so damn much about the world and everyone's happiness—
The space between them right now feels like two cold fronts meeting over a vast ocean. The air around Juzo goes cold and wet, so humid the water begins to condense out of it, beading in his hair and eyelashes, trickling down his chest.
Juzo swallows.]
. . . Munakata.