[ The touch is tender in a way that Tsurugi doesn’t expect, and he tenses for a moment. When he relaxes, it’s with a soft smile, sad in its own way. There’s something nice about having someone fuss over him; without Yumi or Jun, there’s no one to attempt to make him act decent, so he’s seen no reason to bother.
He doesn’t let the sadness linger, instead falling back on the same joke he always makes whenever he’s called out for acting like a child. ]
Sorry, sorry. I was raised badly. [ The smile that comes with that is much brighter, undetectably fake. ]
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He doesn’t let the sadness linger, instead falling back on the same joke he always makes whenever he’s called out for acting like a child. ]
Sorry, sorry. I was raised badly. [ The smile that comes with that is much brighter, undetectably fake. ]