"Hey, Touya," Hikaru says one day. He's sitting by the window in early winter, looking outside. It's cool, but not cold; the air is grey but not dark enough to be depressing. There's a strange sort of freedom, he thinks, that lingers in the air on days like these, days when Akira wraps his scarf around his neck, but hesitates and stuffs his gloves
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thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. ♥
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Awww, thank you so much. :)
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Thank you very much, and thanks so much for reading.
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thank you for reading. ♥
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Haha but really I love it, ugh. ;-; Hikago, I miss it!
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You can always come home to Hikago! ...MUCH LIKE TEA.
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