Kyoya.
What a warm name.
Not knowing what to do, he took out the still warm milk bottle from his pocket and put it into the boy's hand.
"Hey, Kyouya, aren't you afraid of the cold?"
As he spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up again unconsciously.
But, I really want to cry.
I don't know why, I just want to smile at him so that he doesn't know all the bad things about me.
He squeezed the boy's cold fingers.
No matter how little it is, I still want to pass on this warmth to you.
"... I'll bite you to death."
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