"Yukiteru-kun and I kiss in front of Gasai-san." Akise's eyes widened in surprise, and he scanned the diary entry again. There had to be a mistake. Yukiteru-kun was almost beyond saving at this point; to convince him of Gasai-San's lies was already a long shot, but a kiss? That was impossible. Pink eyes scanned the words on the phone, unconvinced. But they remained the same. Despite himself, despite how impossible he knew it to be, he felt a small burst of hope in his chest. If Yukiteru-kun would believe him; if he could convince him of the truth, was there really some hope for them? If what was written in his diary was true - if they were going to kiss - did that mean that Yukiteru-kun trusted him? Loved him, even? He allowed himself a smile at that thought. If things worked out. If things worked out, maybe they could be together. If he listened and survived, perhaps Akise could help him recover, help him move on, and make him happy again. That would be wonderful. A gunshot snapped him out of his thoughts, and, he reminded himself, before any of this even had the chance of happening, he had to save him. He had to save Yukiteru-kun, regardless. He had to.
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"Yukiteru-kun and I kiss in front of Gasai-san." The moment he had first read those words seemed so far away, so far away from the cold concrete where he now lay. So far away from the hope that he would kiss him out of love, and so very close to the realization that he would never get to. There was still one thing he could do, however. He could still try to save him. 'I can save him, I can save him', over and over again in his head as he pulled his dying body off the blood-stained ground. 'I can save him, I can save him', as he pushed his unwilling limbs towards him. 'I have to tell my beloved Yukiteru-kun', as his headless body pressed forward. There was still that slim chance for his survival. That, if nothing else, was worth dying for.