It seems to him that the same question lingers on everyone's lips, staining their hesitant teeth and his stubborn scowl. He's not one for etiquette and pleasantries, and so his frustration (more often than not) manages to tumble free from his clenched fists and tense shoulders.
He does his best to halt their cautious words and still his restless hands. He does his best and it isn't good enough— not for them, and not for him.
"Haven't you?" Kon had scoffed once, screeching indignantly immediately after a foot had collided with his plushy face.
"No."
"Haven't you?" Tatsuki had asked, her tone carefully neutral as her eyes flashed and his lips thinned.
"No."
"Haven't you?" the freshman boys had whispered to his unyielding back, melting into walls and shrinking from his stare.
"No, no, no."
He says it, he does his best, and yet-
"Kurosaki-kun!"
-each time-
"Inoue."
-he turns to her like a sunflower watches the horizon-
Haven't you ever wanted…?
-and his mouth tries in vain to hush his singing heart.
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