[His teeth grit as she turns away, his own stab into his heart already starting to ache. He can see the burden she's shouldering now more than ever, and the way she's trying to protect everyone like she always did.
That's always been a Kirijo trait, hasn't it.
He doesn't say much, at first, scuffing the ground as he shoves his thumbs around his belt. It's a soft admission, when he finally speaks again.]
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That's always been a Kirijo trait, hasn't it.
He doesn't say much, at first, scuffing the ground as he shoves his thumbs around his belt. It's a soft admission, when he finally speaks again.]
I don't know.
But you don't know, either, senpai.