Kirishima pushed his glasses up. “I’m sorry, Takaba-kun. If I had been able to prevent this from happening, I would have.”Akihito shook his head, “You couldn’t have prevented it. What you and everyone else don’t seem to realize is how he feels about me. It’s not some run-of-the-mill thing.” Akihito opened the car door and exited without waiting for an answer. Kirishima sat watching the kid, just eighteen years old, walk away without looking back.
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