"Hey, Fuji-senpai. If you like someone, how should you express it?" The hat became the best shield, and Ryoma's expression could not be seen clearly. The young man's voice lost its original crispness and became a deep hoarseness.
"Echizen... I really have someone I like." The other person's voice was thin, and when it came to the word "like", it was covered with an imperceptible tremor.
"Yeah." He nodded curtly, with a snicker escaping from the corner of his mouth, like a mischievous child.
"... I will think about his happiness and get close to him at all costs..."
"Like this," he interrupted with a triumphant smile, standing on his tiptoes. The infinite distance between them filled their chests with a familiar atmosphere.
The sound of the dove's wings drowned out the boy's voice, and in an instant all the birds were flying. Like the opening of a grand ceremony, it fragmented the entire sky.
Ryoma licked his lips, like a kitten that had stolen something fishy. The boy's body temperature seemed to still linger on the two petals of bright red, filled with a slightly warm temptation.
"From today on, the name Fujijusuke will be classified by me as the third attribute."
The first type is too troublesome to do. The second type is trouble, but it has to be done.
The third type, no matter how troublesome and difficult it is, will do it at all costs.
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