137 Kyo is Kyo


A... dream? Through her half-conscious vision, Yuya thought she saw the warmest smile grace Kyo's lips.

No, don't let it fade.

Stunned by the simplicity of the answer, Kyo, who had kneeled closer to hear her, could only watch sleep claim her as she reached to touch his face with her fingers.

'Enough', indeed.

For the first time, for just a single moment, the burdens of his reputation and mission vanished, replaced by a desperate sense of liberation. He found himself turning into the tender hand on his cheek, pressing against the warmth of her palm, before it fell away.


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