[ Nishikiyama is unsure of what to do with his hands; of whether the moment has passed, or if he should keep them there in his hair. Fingers curl together, and his eyes go somewhere else when Mine speaks. There's so much weight to the statement. It leaves a lot for Nishikiyama to trust. But his oathβ right, his oath. As long as Mine is in the yakuza, Mine belongs to him. Nishikiyama is still reluctant to answer or acknowledge that the words make him feel anything in turn. He tries not to think about them too much. Vaguely, he stays wound together with Mine instead. Toying lightly with his bangs. The air of the love hotel smells like sex and cigarette smoke. ]
Like what?
[ His eyes meet Mine's again. He's afraid of what he might say to himβ not of Mine not meaning his own words, but instead of himself. He'd abandoned someone he'd sworn an oath to before. Multiple people now.
Had he actually wanted to? He doesn't know. Nishikiyama holds onto Mine's shoulder without saying anything else. ]
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Like what?
[ His eyes meet Mine's again. He's afraid of what he might say to himβ not of Mine not meaning his own words, but instead of himself. He'd abandoned someone he'd sworn an oath to before. Multiple people now.
Had he actually wanted to? He doesn't know. Nishikiyama holds onto Mine's shoulder without saying anything else. ]