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The gun was cold, like the detective didn’t fire it often.
Momo leaned further towards it, running his finger along the ribbing on the slide. Yuki stood, stock-still.
“Aren’t you going to hit me?” Momo asked. “Knock me down?”
When they fought, Yuki’s eyes were always on him. The heat of his touch— a grasp, a shove, a punch— radiated through Momo and made him feel alive.
“Why? I’m going to shoot you.” Grief and anger were knotted up in his voice. His hand trembled on the trigger—
Bang.
Ah, that was better. The barrel was warm as a kiss.