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“I hate airplanes,” Nana mumbles, her stomach clenching as the plane starts to roll down the runway.
“Really, I didn’t know that,” Takeru says, but his thick sarcasm can’t disguise the tremor in his voice.
Riku rolls his eyes, reaching for both of their hands; as he interlocks his fingers with his boyfriend and girlfriend’s own, Riku smiles and says, “I know you’re worried, guys, but it’s okay, I promise.”