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Scratching at the cloth now permanently covering his left eye. He stares at himself in the window as he sips his morning coffee with the other hand. It’s been a little over three months since Shibuya, and the January snow is only now beginning to fall. Sighing deeply, he tries to focus his attention on his surroundings. Kento recalls the steps. *’Five things I can see. Four things I can touch…’* and so on as he attempts to bring himself back to the present. As the heat from his cup envelopes his hand, he finds it all too easy to slip back into the memories - into the pain he’s been trying so hard to forget.
Sipping slowly, he hates that he’s had to drink room temperature coffee now - unable to drink it scalding like he typically prefers. As the liquid pours down his throat, he glances at the half open office door. you had been so good too him since it happened. Stepping up all too eagerly to take care of him despite Kento not even knowing if he wanted to be alive in the first place. His eyes grew soft as he made his way closer, watching as you sat at their desk, asleep at their computer and partially drooling onto the table. “Nose too close to the grindstone my dear.” Kento whispered before pressing a soft kiss to their hair and beginning to move them back to bed. Only, the computer screen flashed back on and Kento couldn’t help but read what was on there.
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