"'If possible, I don't want to leave you.' This sentence is true. It is the most sincere thing I can say. I don't know if it ends here, but this sentence is true. I promise."
"Whether what you say is true or not, you can tell by looking at your expression."
Tezuka now knew where that vague heartache came from. He and Fuji had waited long enough for this moment. The sticky things in the air between the two people seemed to finally become clear, flowing, shouting, and returned to their original innocent appearance. He felt that the so-called bond was nothing more than that. He and Fuji had too many things that others could not intervene in. Once this atmosphere was broken by separation, Fuji would have to spend many more years building such memories if he wanted to find a replacement for Tezuka. Yes, only two people know too much.
"You can't escape, syusuke." Thinking of this, Tezuka felt extremely relieved.
What is love?
You said this is not love, this is not love, this is not what love is.
Love can be anything as long as you want to be with the other person.