Seeing that smile made it so hard to keep the shake out of his voice, and his hand returned to his hair, to fidget there. Oh, but what if for all that his heart is telling him he's right he is wrong? This might have been a terrible mistake. Maybe he is just seeing Seimei's hair and face and smile out of desperation? Maybe...
"They call you Seiichi?"
He had to step aside, allow people up the steps to make their offerings and prayers, to ring the bell. Make their wishes. He could do the same himself, but for that his wish may well be standing right in front of him. And if his heart was wrong, what was the worst that could happen. He wasn't known here - so far as anyone else knew here he was just a kid with dyed hair and tasteful clothes skipping school. He could turn around and walk away.
"...are we really going to play this game, my Seimei?"
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Seeing that smile made it so hard to keep the shake out of his voice, and his hand returned to his hair, to fidget there. Oh, but what if for all that his heart is telling him he's right he is wrong? This might have been a terrible mistake. Maybe he is just seeing Seimei's hair and face and smile out of desperation? Maybe...
"They call you Seiichi?"
He had to step aside, allow people up the steps to make their offerings and prayers, to ring the bell. Make their wishes. He could do the same himself, but for that his wish may well be standing right in front of him. And if his heart was wrong, what was the worst that could happen. He wasn't known here - so far as anyone else knew here he was just a kid with dyed hair and tasteful clothes skipping school. He could turn around and walk away.
"...are we really going to play this game, my Seimei?"