[Wataru can barely feel his limbs anymore, but he's not letting go, he's not giving up, they're so close to at least being where they can cause a public scene and get help... But then, disaster. The door flings open, and Eichi is ripped away from Wataru like some ragdoll. He stumbles and hits the wall face-first, but rebalances himself, his hair whipping behind him.]
Ei--!
[A flash of metal. He sees the knife, sees the men gaining on them, sees how weak and spent Eichi is, and he just... Drops. They don't even have to tell him. Just a few days ago, they were regular (if a little odd) high schoolers. Now they're fighting for their lives. And losing.
He crumples to the floor, hands clasped together atop his knees, eyes fixed on Eichi, on his forbidden love, his poor unitmate.
The men who were in pursuit catch up, and one of them grabs Wataru's hair, shoving his head down as he plants a foot in the center of Wataru's back, as if daring him to struggle. But the magician doesn't, not this time.]
Let him go. Just let him go, and I'll do whatever you want! I won't say a word of complaint.
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Ei--!
[A flash of metal. He sees the knife, sees the men gaining on them, sees how weak and spent Eichi is, and he just... Drops. They don't even have to tell him. Just a few days ago, they were regular (if a little odd) high schoolers. Now they're fighting for their lives. And losing.
He crumples to the floor, hands clasped together atop his knees, eyes fixed on Eichi, on his forbidden love, his poor unitmate.
The men who were in pursuit catch up, and one of them grabs Wataru's hair, shoving his head down as he plants a foot in the center of Wataru's back, as if daring him to struggle. But the magician doesn't, not this time.]
Let him go. Just let him go, and I'll do whatever you want! I won't say a word of complaint.