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On warm summer nights like this, Mikoto sometimes wonders if Tooru really wants to be here; sharing a bed with him, arms around him in sleep.

He wonders; would he rather be sleeping next to Yuujirou? Yuujirou, with his long blond hair, who captured Tooru's whole attention just walking past when he first came?

But then, as he realises, if Tooru wanted to do that, he would; Yuujirou would have welcomed him, and they would have been quite happy. (But Mikoto wouldn't be, he thinks to himself, but ignores it, because he doesn't care for Tooru quite as much as that, he tells himself).

And sometimes, the body stirs, waking slightly, and a gentle voice mutters a name. The name isn't Yuujirou's.

And Mikoto knows that everything is alright.