Beneath the cherry trees, two men leaned against each other as they sat and admired the blossoms.
Cherry petals filled the sky, their pink hue making the men seem like figures from a dream. They were each other's whole world.
Okita looked at Saito beside him and asked, "Do you regret taking up the sword?"
"Never." The answer was as crisp and decisive as the man himself.
A faint smile appeared on Okita's pale face. "Neither do I."
It was only because he had taken up the sword that he had the chance to meet him. Saito would never forget him, as delicate as a cherry blossom.
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Not bad~ The writing is pretty good, but it's so short... My Souji and Hajime's love story~