[ He says it without bothering to look at Umemiya again. He doesn't want to see anything in his face. He doesn't want sympathy, or care, or hurt, or any of that — not anymore. He just wants to go back to taking care of Takiishi, like this never happened. Like Umemiya never happened.
But that thought makes him clench his teeth as he stares at the refrigerator, a subtle tension tightening his shoulders. Because even now, in the thick of all of this, Endo is still Umemiya's.
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[ He says it without bothering to look at Umemiya again. He doesn't want to see anything in his face. He doesn't want sympathy, or care, or hurt, or any of that — not anymore. He just wants to go back to taking care of Takiishi, like this never happened. Like Umemiya never happened.
But that thought makes him clench his teeth as he stares at the refrigerator, a subtle tension tightening his shoulders. Because even now, in the thick of all of this, Endo is still Umemiya's.
But he's more Takiishi's. ]