[ yoru flinches away from the hand at first. it's a man with reddish-brown hair, he realizes. a man he's never seen before and his aim is just slightly off. he doesn't seem to be staring directly at yoru.
in the end, it's the hair that makes him hesitantly accept the hand; it reminds him of... that boy. ]
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in the end, it's the hair that makes him hesitantly accept the hand; it reminds him of... that boy. ]
... Yoru. Why are you here?