six eyes and all six of them focused on one man with damp hair and soft cheeks . he doesn't quite remember this particular day suguru is talking about — odd . satoru tended to recall every detail of their stolen meetings after suguru let him back in , ten years later , and with a weird robe he called his favorite kind of outfit . even that was starting to make him fond , even his daughters were starting to settle in his heart and if anything , a birthday present was already planned to be given to the twins if their father hadn't——
he nods slowly , straightens up and stands tall and firm amidst the gentle breezes of the night . satoru didn't stop growing taller after he was eighteen , it went ahead until the age of twenty and therefore he appears a little bit taller than the sleeping twin of his . briefly does he consider killing the kid , letting himself take care if suguru ; wondering if it'll stop everything , wondering if it'll kill himself too . it's been a week , and he can't sit still in his office for more than an hour because he keeps scratching off the scabs from his heart wound when it tries to heal itself . floating closer , seated atop the balcony railing with his hands in his pockets . one leg over the other – reflection-less against the window that suguru's facing away from . * was he a thought or a dream ? which dimension did he even toy with ? satoru's hand itches to reach out and touch suguru's solid warmth , just brush his fingers against his shoulder to make sure he's real and touchable but he ends up deciding against that too . ❛ my date . yeah . she was snappy . ❜ he lowers his gaze and his head , tilts his head to rub his right ear on his right shoulder to get rid of an itch . before jumping off the railing , to get rid of the window that doesn't reflect his form ; it'd definitely make suguru suspicious . he walks inside the room instead , rubbing his undercut .
❛ hey uh . my room is too hot . can i sleep here tonight ? ❜
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