[ the phrase strikes a chord in him, and aoba lets out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding. the tension drains from his muscles. he goes lax in koujaku's hold, shifting to press his lips gently against koujaku's neck. he can't help but recall their childhood together, and the way koujaku comforts him just like he always did. ]
I won't. [ he has a hard time finding koujaku's hand like this, and settles for grasping his arm again, smiling faintly at him. ] It's a promise.
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I won't. [ he has a hard time finding koujaku's hand like this, and settles for grasping his arm again, smiling faintly at him. ] It's a promise.