[ii]
"i can't do this anymore," ryuutatou mutters, eyes fixated on the guitarist entering the tour bus.
tadashi feels his pulse and wonders why it hasn't stopped yet ( because he has always thought it would be romantic to die of a broken heart ) and guesses that it means he still has something to live for.
"okay."
". . . okay?!?"
"okay," tadashi agrees, knowing he cannot do anything without ryuutarou.
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