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Everything about Mondo was a sucker punch to the face.
A pleasant one.
Mondo was everything, he was the warmth of summer, the coldness of winter…
He was comfort, he was red hot and ice cold.
He was loud and quiet and soft and hard and kind.
So kind.
And kindness was not something Kiyotaka was used to, for the most part.
Mondo was confusing.
But so was Kiyotaka.
