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"Learn that lesson already… Octobomb."
Kizashi paused, their gaze leaving Chrono's, front facing eyes dropping to the water below, the upper pair's pupils drifting to their own side so Chrono was only barely in their periphery.
They felt all twisted up and hot inside from Chrono calling their name. The feelings of being elated that Chrono had finally said it to their face, rather than 'you' or 'Kizashi' tangled and snared with being enraged that it took this long and this much pushing to get Chrono to actually call them 'Octobomb.' Kizashi wanted to break out of the bubble of time Chrono had trapped them in and spring out to wrap them up in a gleeful hug and beat their fists against Chrono's chest and wail at them why it took this long in equal measure.
Was being Octobomb not enough? Were they only worthy of being seen when World-Hater said so?
… maybe that was true. Octobomb was strong enough to get acknowledged by World-Hater and given a new name. Kizashi was the only one strong enough to get Chrono to actually speak that name. Until now.
Unless... Octobomb still wasn't worthy of being spoken to, and Chrono just wanted them to go back to being that worthless version of themself that Chrono refused to speak of. Back to being the one who'd simply melt at the chance to be with Chrono and give in to whatever they asked as long as they killed them the next time Kizashi was able to visit. To sink down to the weakeness Chrono let themself fall to, all for that pathetic human.
Kizashi's gaze met Chrono's once more and they forced a grin, "My name's Kizashi, now."