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"Commitment"
Chapter 2
Shinjirou had begun to notice something different in the way she held herself when they were alone.
She wouldn't tease as much and her eyes always wandered towards somewhere far he couldn't see whenever silence reigned in their conversations.
It had been something so very small and insignificant that he hadn't thought much about the matter.
"Hnn..."
"What is it?"
The girl paused in mid-sentence, the dorm's lounge was their place for the evening and midnight was approaching fast in the midst of her re-count of her days.
The tall man in the coat didn't answer as he stared at his pocket watch, it didn't have a chain or a cap. It was old, worn and scratched. She could swear that thing was even dented on it's side and if it would have been dropped it wouldn't work anymore.
The lights in the room suddenly turned green, and the place was showered then by the eerie moonlight at the struck of the dark hour.
"Tch…let's go."
He was about to get up from the couch they have been sitting on for hours when he felt a very strong grip clutching his arm (he wouldn't say it out loud that it did hurt).
And suddenly, she's in tears, and he doesn't know what the hell happened to have made her cry. And just as he was about to ask what was the matter she throws herself at him with arms around his neck and his head is now cradled in her hands, and just for a moment he's wondering if he would get punched later for face diving into her chest.
But that's all in the back of his head, where he keeps everything locked and to never get out because he knows what he can do and won't.
So, he just freezes, unable to process what's going on for she's sobbing and clutching at him and maybe, just maybe, he thinks he shouldn't say anything at all for once.
"Don't…."
It's small, saddened and awfully pleading but he still can't see her for he is still in her hold and the wrong movement would lead him to head butting her under the chin.
Such a lovely mental image creates in his head that he can only sigh and try to bring his face away from her
chest carefully just to see her straight.
Her lower lip is quivering, at the verge of twisting but she's fighting to and she tries to laugh but it doesn't reach her eyes.
"Don't leave me"
He can't help it.
His arms wrapped themselves around her, pulling her body on top of his on the couch. And his mind is on strike for he doesn't know what to say to calm the girl trying to squeeze all the living breathe out of him and he's scared he might get another cough attack.
"Hey, I'm not leaving…"
Yet, his mind offers grimly and he's frustrated and sad as well but this girl...
This girl.
He needs to protect her, but he must make sure she can keep going and to make her understand.
Yet…
And yet….
She feels warm and safe in his arms as he holds her tighter, and she fears that some day she might miss that warmth during the night.