[He's had a week with his own thoughts to come up with this conclusion: the whole thing was just. stupid. Too many drinks were poured that night and Ryousuke had played along and it had lead to this and that and basically it had all been meaningless. Stolen drinks and careless comments about dresses could be easily brushed to the side. Kissing him and laughing afterwards was another thing entirely but Ryousuke was planning on burying that if Kuramochi hadn't remembered. Nothing but drunken, meaningless action. And - he notes with Kuramochi's slight flinching movement - he was sincerely sorry. And honest about it.
Ryousuke lets the tension between them linger, and the lights cast his shadow over Kuramochi, one hand raised like a sentence.
The executioner's axe falls, the blade of his hand coming down--]
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Ryousuke lets the tension between them linger, and the lights cast his shadow over Kuramochi, one hand raised like a sentence.
The executioner's axe falls, the blade of his hand coming down--]