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6/16: akechi
[ He could barely stand to be there any longer in the garden. The moment he was let free, Natsuo had turned tail and left without even waiting to see the results of the votes. He'd gone through the rest of the day. It's getting late. Instead of going to his own room, he slides down in front of the one where Akechi and Eichi will be coming back to, trail of blood that would have been there, smeared under his shoes like the blood Akechi had somehow managed to hide until the very very end.
To be honest, he isn't sure he wants to see Akechi's face again. He isn't sure if Akechi wants to see his.
He thought they were friends. ]
To be honest, he isn't sure he wants to see Akechi's face again. He isn't sure if Akechi wants to see his.
He thought they were friends. ]
