Satoru just gives her a pout when her face is turned toward Suguru, shoulders still raised defensively. She feels skittish, wanting back the Suguru who had challenged her and played with her yesterday, not this much colder one. Even if it is Satoru's fault she's gone cold.
Retracting her leg when Suguru reaches for it, Satoru scoots back a little and shakes her head. "No. I want to stop."
She bends her knees up, hugging her arms loosely around them, looking at Suguru like a shy, skittish thing. This is Satoru's fault. She asked for this. But she was a fool to ask for this, and now she just wants ...
She wants the Suguru who took care of her and fixed everything. If she's honest with herself (she hates being honest with herself), that's what she's wanted all along. As if maybe if she kept digging, she'd find that Suguru at the core. As if maybe she could bring that Suguru back, the way she'd brought Suguru back a few times before when she'd left. Before Suguru left for good.
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Retracting her leg when Suguru reaches for it, Satoru scoots back a little and shakes her head. "No. I want to stop."
She bends her knees up, hugging her arms loosely around them, looking at Suguru like a shy, skittish thing. This is Satoru's fault. She asked for this. But she was a fool to ask for this, and now she just wants ...
She wants the Suguru who took care of her and fixed everything. If she's honest with herself (she hates being honest with herself), that's what she's wanted all along. As if maybe if she kept digging, she'd find that Suguru at the core. As if maybe she could bring that Suguru back, the way she'd brought Suguru back a few times before when she'd left. Before Suguru left for good.