[ His eyes go wide at the reminder; not that he's really forgotten that particular encounter in the depths of the basement, because it's not every day that a piece of yourself is brushed like a feather or petal. Back then he was wholly incapable of expressing the full extent of his emotions, and it was his fault besides in letting his butterflies speak for him. In the present Subete sees an echo of what he really felt then, something almost shy as Hikage averts his gaze.
It's a moment made longer still by the sake and the weight of that challenge. ]
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It's a moment made longer still by the sake and the weight of that challenge. ]