"I hate this," Akane whispered. Kazuya could feel the tears soaking through his shirt where she'd buried her face against his shoulder.
"I know," he answered softly.
"I hate that I can't have friends anymore. I hate that Fumi-san is... she was so kind, so gentle..."
"I know," he said, raising a hand to stroke her hair gently.
"I hate that... that I was the one who... I hate who I'm becoming."
"I love you," he said, which was the only thing he could think of to help.
"I love you, too, Kazu-kun."
He smiled, since he knew she couldn't see.
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