I like Asakura well.
Like it very much.
Why, you ask?
Ah, I don't know about this either.
From the first moment, I knew I liked him.
What are just comic book characters?
What does it matter.
I like him.
Like it very much.
Just this is enough.
But...
If you can pass through that screen...
Really, I'm having extravagant hopes again.
But.
It's really... Very cold.
Facing the screen, what my hands touched was nothing but coldness.
Obviously, it is such a warm flame.
If you can...
Then I will do whatever it takes just to see him and touch his warmth.
Then, he will be engulfed by his flames.
The hot temperature slowly eroded my body, and slowly, not even my soul remained.
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