[He hears his name, and he knows. He's been captured by Eichi, captivated somehow, not through desperate actions but through a moment of understanding. Eichi finally met Wataru on his terms, and he chases this fleeting happiness he's so missed for a few moments, basking in it as Eichi soliloquizes behind him.

That brush of fingers, soft, gentle, and he breathes Eichi in like the sea breeze, like something welcome and life-giving. The opposite of their previous interactions. Wataru's own breathing steadies, and the tension he's been holding in slowly, slowly melts away. Eichi is... powerless, now. He can't hurt him anymore. Even if Wataru were to walk away now, this would be a flawless victory.

If there's anything Wataru wants to do more than anyone, it's love. To love others, to love his craft, to love himself. It's the only thing that can neutralize Eichi's aggression and render him incapable of forward motion. That's all Wataru needs to do. He needs to make the blonde stop, think, and most importantly feel.]

I believe what we just felt was the truth. Take some time to search yourself for the answer you seek in it, as to what it is, as to what it entails. What you'll have to give up to attain it.

[He turns back to Eichi with a shrug, then a usual theatrical bow.]

Meet me in the third practice room, two days from today. Lunchtime. Come prepared to bare your soul. In turn, I'll give you what you want.

[He straightens.]

The inimitable, unstoppable, invincible, inscrutable: your Wataru Hibiki.