Kyouya, I'm so sorry. I really can't stay with you until the end. Please forgive me and my willfulness. It's been 18 years and I can't be with you anymore, but I like you, I really really like you, goodbye. No, it's not seen again, Kyouya.
Twenty-six-year-old Hibari Kyouya looked at the few words on the table. They were short-lived, but seemed to drive him to hell. He could even imagine the helplessness and reluctance on his face when he left, but, in this case, why...
If you don't want to leave, then don't leave, idiot. Skylark's mouth was filled with bitterness. I will never forgive you, herbivore, if you don't come back soon, I will definitely bite you to death.