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*Komui sets his tray down at the table, waiting for Bak to bring his from the line. He sighs. Things have been tense lately, Leverrier being more pushy than usual, and it hasn't helped that the coughing has been getting worse or that there's been a strange pain all through his body lately. And when you see the love of your life every day and can't kiss him or hold him or run a hand through that soft, silky hair...
No. Bad Komui. He knows why he broke up with Bak, for the safety of the other man, and for everyone around him. Himself included. But as he remembers the nights spent together in that strange place called the Dressing Room, all the mornings waking up to Bak next to him, and all the stolen time alone in his room at the Black Order, he finds himself feeling alternately depressed and fluttery, as if there were some way...
No, not going to think about that. It’s impossible, they get back together again. Even if they already did once before. He picks up his chopsticks, looking down at his plate and not feeling particularly hungry. He sets them down again to wait for Bak, feeling guilty and discouraged. Coughing a few times into his sleeve. But as he looks back up to see the familiar blonde approaching his table with a tray of his own he can't help feeling a little hopeful, if for all the wrong reasons.*
No. Bad Komui. He knows why he broke up with Bak, for the safety of the other man, and for everyone around him. Himself included. But as he remembers the nights spent together in that strange place called the Dressing Room, all the mornings waking up to Bak next to him, and all the stolen time alone in his room at the Black Order, he finds himself feeling alternately depressed and fluttery, as if there were some way...
No, not going to think about that. It’s impossible, they get back together again. Even if they already did once before. He picks up his chopsticks, looking down at his plate and not feeling particularly hungry. He sets them down again to wait for Bak, feeling guilty and discouraged. Coughing a few times into his sleeve. But as he looks back up to see the familiar blonde approaching his table with a tray of his own he can't help feeling a little hopeful, if for all the wrong reasons.*