——Hey, Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Half of his fair face was immersed in the golden-red sunset, almost transparent.
The black-haired boy just tilted his head and looked at him, with a gentle smile rarely seen on his delicate face.
——You said you like "me".
——Then do you love the aloof and unruly Hibari Kyouya, or the me who is smiling in front of you now?
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