He stands rooted to the spot holding Kyoko as she uses him to try to hold herself together. Her fingers clutch desperately, her tears soak his shirt, her sobs and ragged breaths tear through his body and eventually she just leans against him and...
And she says his name.
This girl who's never referred to him as anything other than a rudely shouted "hey, you!" and teasing nicknames. This girl who, as far as he's seen, never really uses names for anyone other than her little brother. She called him by his name. She called him Law.
"Call me that again!"
He wants to hear her say it again.
"Just one more time!"
He doesn't need a thank you. He doesn't need anything. He just wants to hear her say his name like that again.
This is what you felt too, isn't it Cora-san? This is all the thanks I need.]
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He stands rooted to the spot holding Kyoko as she uses him to try to hold herself together. Her fingers clutch desperately, her tears soak his shirt, her sobs and ragged breaths tear through his body and eventually she just leans against him and...
And she says his name.
This girl who's never referred to him as anything other than a rudely shouted "hey, you!" and teasing nicknames. This girl who, as far as he's seen, never really uses names for anyone other than her little brother. She called him by his name. She called him Law.
"Call me that again!"
He wants to hear her say it again.
"Just one more time!"
He doesn't need a thank you. He doesn't need anything. He just wants to hear her say his name like that again.
This is what you felt too, isn't it Cora-san? This is all the thanks I need.]
You're welcome, Kyoko.