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Maru pushes himself off of him, and falls on his back next to him. Tsurugi's vision blurs, the world dissolving, until it's just the two of them. Laying on the ground like open wounds.
“Shut up, Maru. Don’t make me regret not killing you.”
“As if you could have,” Maru says. His face turned to the stars above. And for a moment Tsurugi wonders what Maru is looking for every time he looks up into the vast darkness of the night sky irritated with stars.
Tsurugi exhales. “You—You still haven’t realised it, have you?”
Maru turns to face him. A confused look on his face. The way the stars reach down to sparkle in his eyes, to lighten the dark shadows that have come to settle into his hair, makes Tsurugi’s heart flutter against his chest. He doesn’t look away. Not now, not ever.
“I might not be able to take you out in a fight,” there is a pause in his words, as if it could make the gravity of what he is about to say less frightening. “But I could have slit your throat the second you passed out.”
“Then why haven’t you?”
or Whether you come as a lover or an executioner, I am ready to receive you.