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It was the first time that Akechi and Kurusu had seen one another since that fateful day– really seen one another, and not in some waking dream.
Kurusu held Akechi’s glove out to him, a silent offering, and Akechi wondered at the meaning of the gesture.
They stood in silence and indecision for a snapshot of a moment.
And then Akechi grabbed Kurusu’s hand, glove and all, and pulled him into his arms. Into a kiss.
In the street around them, birds screamed and dispersed. Bystanders stopped and stared. The world froze.
The single moment was finally for them alone.
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