[ he wraps himself in rin's warm repose, closing his eyes contentedly and waiting for them to dry out as rin's skin touches his own. he feels his heart race again, but it's more out of relief than of any feelings of an uncomfortable nature. the burden on his heart is gone and he can live with it, he thinks, because with one hope killed another one emerges: that they'll be fine and go on as rivals and haru will feel the way he feels right now — grateful for what he has and wishing for nothing else.
and then rin brings up what was troubling him even more than that troublesome torch he had been carrying. ] ...
[ he looks at rin in slow confusion, gaze flitting down at the water and then back at him as he tries to search for a reply. any reply but the only right reply.
was he bad for having those feelings in the first place? wouldn't haru and rin just forget about this anyway? it could be like it never happened. ]
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and then rin brings up what was troubling him even more than that troublesome torch he had been carrying. ] ...
[ he looks at rin in slow confusion, gaze flitting down at the water and then back at him as he tries to search for a reply. any reply but the only right reply.
was he bad for having those feelings in the first place? wouldn't haru and rin just forget about this anyway? it could be like it never happened. ]