Pink petals fell on Athrun's hair and shoulders, and then that person's unique, reassuring voice sounded.
"This."
Ah, what's resting on Athrun's palm is a green mechanical bird.
That color, just like Athrun's eyes.
"It can tilt its head and scream, it can land on its shoulders, and it can fly."
There was a slight smile in the voice, and a helplessness that neither of them could understand at that time.
Kira thought that she must have looked like she was about to cry.
——Because, I have always been a crybaby around Athrun.
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