[Once he was in her arms, Asahi buried his pathetic weepy face in her shoulder and hugged her tightly, never wanting to let her go. Letting her go might mean losing her, whether by accident or design of some greater cause. And sure, there was no girl out there better than Makoto to be entrusted with the universe, but she was also too precious for this.]
I want that. I want you. [He admitted softly, speaking into her clothes.]
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I want that. I want you. [He admitted softly, speaking into her clothes.]