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I don't want there to have been a reason-- [His breath hitches and he pulls away abruptly, hands over his face. He pivots away from Akira, despite how he'd like to just curl against him and fall apart. He can't, and that's strange, too, he thinks. It's not like he has a great many things to have sudden crying fits over, but the fact that his heart has suddenly burst into molten distress that drags fire up his throat and out his eyes, making his neck and his fingers feel too hot, is something he absolutely cannot display to Akira.]

[Why? Akira is the closest thing he has to a best friend, or a brother. So why...?]

[His back turned, his hands thread into his hair and he pulls, sucking in gulps of air and holding them as long as he can in his lungs until they inevitably shake their way out in short sobs.]