[ kuroha does not move from his position against shintaro's door. only his haunting yellow eyes stare into shintaro's own, dark grey. does he remember the past timeline? no, he shouldn't, but kuroha is there, all the same. he can smell the faint trails of blood dragged in by his boots and dripping down his fingers pitter-patter on to the floor like raindrops.
he pictures his hands tightening around shintaro's throat, nails digging deep into his veins. if he killed shintaro as he had done, then shintaro would be hishishis.
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he pictures his hands tightening around shintaro's throat, nails digging deep into his veins. if he killed shintaro as he had done, then shintaro would be hishishis.
he breathes, slowly, mechanical. ]
Shintaro.