Shoto’s gaze drops, watching the way Toge’s fingers shape that familiar gesture. Half a heart. His breath catches for a moment, shoulders easing like a storm has passed and left quiet skies behind.

He doesn’t smile right away, but his eyes soften. There’s something raw and grateful in them. Then, carefully, he lifts his own hand to meet Toge’s, completing the heart between them. The motion is enough to let him know that everything was there, right there. When everything else has been ripped way from him, Toge hasn't been. Is this karma? No. It can't be for him. He slips his fingers into the space between Toge's, holding their hands together. It means Toge can't hold him back, but Shoto's other arm is tight around him. There's no need to when he's not letting go. "Can we sit? I don't want to let go of you."