Toge doesn't know if he's still as kind as he used to be. He suspects he probably isn't, there's parts of him he's left behind in Shibuya and scattered across Shinjuku, but he's still there, completely real, and breathing and as soft in his expression as ever.
He doesn't think he has to say anything. Toge captures the hand on his chest and gives it a squeeze before releasing it and curving his fingers to make half a heart.
He still remembers everything. Everything is still the same for him.
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Date: 2025-04-14 10:15 am (UTC)He doesn't think he has to say anything. Toge captures the hand on his chest and gives it a squeeze before releasing it and curving his fingers to make half a heart.
He still remembers everything. Everything is still the same for him.