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[With the way he reacted to her, it isn't a surprise to hear the soft disbelief in his voice. Even if she didn't witness all of it, Sumire still knows enough to recognize where his hesitation comes from.]
I'm visiting him.
[Softly, gently. She doesn't say his name, knows she doesn't need to. If he weren't in the driver's seat, if she felt she little a bit more certain - she knows she'd take Maruki's hand in her own.]
If you wanted to... You don't have to, but if you wanted to... I think he'd really, really like to talk to you.
[Sumire says it, and she already knows it to be true. She doesn't say it, because it isn't her story to tell.
But she knows that when it comes to this, her and Akira's hearts are entwined.
Late night after late night, phone call after phone call. They didn't used to know, at first, that they had the same longing to speak to Maruki Takuto at least one more time. But with the knowledge came long conversations wondering what he was doing, confiding in each other what they would say, both of them sitting with a number lodged into their contacts but unable to gather the courage to reach a hand out. Senpai had always felt impossibly brave in everything that he did, it never occurred to her that he could feel the same apprehension as her. There was something nice about it, even if she felt a little bad he had to experience it, too.
But it never shocked her as much as it could have. In hindsight, it only made sense, when they were the two that wanted to save him more than anything.]
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i'd think it's her being the youngest but she's a bit older than yoshizawa... what IS going on there
I'm visiting him.
[Softly, gently. She doesn't say his name, knows she doesn't need to. If he weren't in the driver's seat, if she felt she little a bit more certain - she knows she'd take Maruki's hand in her own.]
If you wanted to... You don't have to, but if you wanted to... I think he'd really, really like to talk to you.
[Sumire says it, and she already knows it to be true. She doesn't say it, because it isn't her story to tell.
But she knows that when it comes to this, her and Akira's hearts are entwined.
Late night after late night, phone call after phone call. They didn't used to know, at first, that they had the same longing to speak to Maruki Takuto at least one more time. But with the knowledge came long conversations wondering what he was doing, confiding in each other what they would say, both of them sitting with a number lodged into their contacts but unable to gather the courage to reach a hand out. Senpai had always felt impossibly brave in everything that he did, it never occurred to her that he could feel the same apprehension as her. There was something nice about it, even if she felt a little bad he had to experience it, too.
But it never shocked her as much as it could have. In hindsight, it only made sense, when they were the two that wanted to save him more than anything.]