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The missiles launched, and neither of them were watching.
They were cupping each other's faces, tears rolling down one while the other didn’t have the capability to cry.
Was it worth it? To go back in time only for the world to end?
All he wanted was to save Nozomi, and now he was holding onto Yugamu for dear life, not knowing if time would restart or not.
Takumi’s lips, slick with his own tears, pressed against Yugamu’s with tenderness and unrelenting fear, and Yugamu didn’t hesitate to kiss him back.
One last kiss before the end of the world.
