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oh look who's back from the dead. have i used this one? idk
Touma's POV
A wave of jealousy passes through me as I see Kazuko and a girl, walking down the hall together. Their shoulders are brushing lightly, and they're both laughing. The girl's cheeks are flushed, and she's staring at Kazuko admiringly. I've never seen Kazuko laugh around me in this way, let alone smile.
I have my next class with Kazuko, and unlike all the other times, I don't feel excited. In fact, I feel sick to my stomach, and it's churning. I feel like I'm going to throw up. Unfortunately, ever-perceptive Kazuko picks up on my mood almost immediately.
"Are you okay?" He asks, starting to reach out a hand to touch my forehead. Before I can stop myself, I've flinched backwards, away from his touch, eyes wide. Hurt floods Kazuko's features, followed by confusion, then anger. I swallow thickly, and force myself to look away, throat and eyes burning in guilt.
Kazuko stands there for a few moments by his usual seat, and I can feel his silver gaze burning into me for several moments. My heart beats furiously, and an apology is on the tip of my tongue. Before I can say anything, Kazuko's turned his back on me, and slides into a different seat, quickly engaging in conversation with the girl sitting next to him.
I stare at my hands, and note that they're trembling. My stupid jealousy, it always ruins everything. He won't even look at me - and I guess it's my fault after all. Kazuko confessed, showed me his scars, opened up to me, he kissed me, and I was a coward. He has every right to be mad. He could - no. He had to hate me.
I'm so pathetic.
I still remember the feel of his lips against mine - soft, warm, shy and tentative. They'd lingered against my lips, tiny hands framing my face.
"Touma," he'd said. "I like you."
But like the coward I was, I did the only thing I could think of. I had run.
Spring Month: 1 
Night 
Fog Moon: 
