[The sincere truth is that he felt a compulsion to check Eichi's locker that day. He didn't know what brought it on. A curiosity that he couldn't shake off. But he won't say that. Eichi doesn't need to ever know how the pieces are falling together. Wataru will be far happier if he merely survives this year and moves on with life, far away from Eichi.
Then Eichi's fingers brush his hair, then his chin, and he sees nothing of the broken young man that should be there, but rather a regal lord, done up in myriad colors, resplendent before Wataru, who feels... awestruck. Elated. Home.
Eichi feels like home.
He shakes that thought off, and he's back to the moment, frowning and pulling the half bruised hand away from his skin.]
Aren't you lucky I'm more of a detective than usual this week? You'll recover and come back to class in no time, and people will be overjoyed to see you return! Keep that in mind. Forgive us for taking so long to arrive~!
[He addresses... nothing. Not Eichi's question, not his messed up state, not the implication that Wataru could kill him right now and never bear his torment again.]
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Then Eichi's fingers brush his hair, then his chin, and he sees nothing of the broken young man that should be there, but rather a regal lord, done up in myriad colors, resplendent before Wataru, who feels... awestruck. Elated. Home.
Eichi feels like home.
He shakes that thought off, and he's back to the moment, frowning and pulling the half bruised hand away from his skin.]
Aren't you lucky I'm more of a detective than usual this week? You'll recover and come back to class in no time, and people will be overjoyed to see you return! Keep that in mind. Forgive us for taking so long to arrive~!
[He addresses... nothing. Not Eichi's question, not his messed up state, not the implication that Wataru could kill him right now and never bear his torment again.]