[his melancholy vanishes, leaving only a bright smile on his face. ...it really is like buzen, to always turn his insecurities inside out. it's more than love, it's just -- him.
buzen gou, the sword so fast he's never been seen, and the sword who'll always chase away his worries.
maybe he should say more now, but -- it's not important. and he doesn't want to confuse buzen, when he'd asked him to be with only him all those weeks ago.]
I love you, Buzen. ...I won't ever regret that.
[he won't regret the promise, no matter what he sees in the future. he'll finally take off buzen's other glove,]
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buzen gou, the sword so fast he's never been seen, and the sword who'll always chase away his worries.
maybe he should say more now, but -- it's not important. and he doesn't want to confuse buzen, when he'd asked him to be with only him all those weeks ago.]
I love you, Buzen. ...I won't ever regret that.
[he won't regret the promise, no matter what he sees in the future. he'll finally take off buzen's other glove,]
How do you feel? Want to head to bed?