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He could’ve asked what was going on. Actually, he probably should’ve. But for the life of him, he couldn’t get a word out. He couldn’t even muster the courage to, by action or expression, even react to what was happening.
Walking holding hands was, first of all, something they only did in the most solitary of places, in some very specific circumstances, after a long while of other physicalities and lingering looks. And even then, it was different.
Tadashi hadn’t grabbed his hand to be romantic, or platonic, as it was always halfway implied. He had grabbed it to make his intentions clear.
Or at least he presumed so, because all that was clear to Kei was that Tadashi had decided something. He hadn’t bothered informing him what though.
Although, he could’ve asked. Really, he should’ve asked.
But he didn't. He just followed him.