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Chiaki's hands froze, nothing seems to be moving no matter how much he tried. His eyes met his. How was he so calm about this? The dagger in his hand refused to move. He could end this. once and for all.
"What's wrong, Moricchi?" Chiaki's breathe hitched. Kaoru stared back, a sly smile on his face as he held onto his hand, encouraging him to stab him.
Right in the heart.
but he just couldn't.
How many times have this exact scene happened? Chiaki was just too cowardly, too kind. He could never push down and kill him right then and there-- and Kaoru knew.
He knew Chiaki would never have the heart to take his life.