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"Oh, hey," Kagetora said, looking up like he hadn't been expecting Haruhiko at all.
He probably hadn't. Clearly, the only person Kagetora considered worth thinking about was that Matsuri woman. Haruhiko couldn't blame him, really; her psi was pretty amazing.
Sure, she seemed to give Kagetora a hard time any time he tried getting close - which was why Kagetora would be jumping at this chance to go and get himself killed with her, of course.
Haruhiko understood. He got it. In Kagetora's place, he'd probably do the same thing.
And Haruhiko had Ran, and Chika, and a whole lot of other people depending on him. It wasn't like he needed Kagetora. Hell, he didn't even like the guy.
"You keep everyone safe while I'm gone, you hear," Kagetora said, his hand warm and heavy on Haruhiko's shoulder. "I trust you."
I hate you.
Haruhiko looked up, not sure what he wanted to see in Kagetora's eyes. Not that it mattered; Kagetora was wearing his stupid fucking sunglasses as per usual, so Haruhiko might as well not have bothered.
Don't go. Don't leave me. I'm not strong enough yet to do this all by myself.
"You better not die, you asshole."