( He knows it's a memory. They have a specific tint to the air that he's used to by now. And this is not the first time he's been brought into one of Yuji's. Still, he crouches in front of the boy with great care, hands hovering like he might want to touch, his dark gaze skipping over his hand, up to his face, brows furrowed with his own strange pain. This is too much. It has always been too much. None of them should have had to live like this.
And yet -. )
Yuji-kun?
( He isn't sure how this memory will act. Will the boy before him speak? Will he be somewhere else, watching it all unfold like Geto had been in his memory with Okkotsu watching? Is he even in here with Geto? Maybe it would be better were he not, but he needs to find out. )
special grade.
And yet -. )
Yuji-kun?
( He isn't sure how this memory will act. Will the boy before him speak? Will he be somewhere else, watching it all unfold like Geto had been in his memory with Okkotsu watching? Is he even in here with Geto? Maybe it would be better were he not, but he needs to find out. )
Can you hear me?