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Mondo was there.
Kiyotaka could see him.
He wanted to go back to when he hadn't realised anything.
Back when things were easier.
Back when Mondo was confusing.
But not like how he was right now.
They were sat.
Together.
He kept knocking knees against Kiyotaka’s.
He apologised every time, but never stopped.
Why were things so stressful?
His thoughts took the shape of sea urchins, spiky spiky spiky.
Why was he thinking… why couldn't he stop?
It wasn't helping anything.
Why couldn't he spend time with his best friend without.
without…
He didn't want to acknowledge it.
But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss how Mondo’s hand felt in his.
Kiyotaka’s face felt like it had been burned.
He reached out.
And Mondo met him halfway.