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When he remembered Kusamakuraās voice,
the feel of his hands, his smell, Tatsumi unconsciously curled
himself up on top of his bed. \n\nāEver since Kusamakura-san
came, nothing strange has happenedā¦ā¦\n\nWasnāt nothing
happened actually nothing was there to begin with? That
doubt arose, and he couldnāt deny it outright. More than anything,
the fact that he no longer felt any presences when Kusamakura came,
meant what he thought before must have been true.\n\nāā¦ā¦did
I want to be with Kusamakura-san that badly?\n\nTatsumi
let out a long sigh, and turned over. He let out another deep breath
as he laid on his back. He spoke a lot with his coworkers. He even
had lunch with them. It was fun, and fulfilling. \n\nāā¦ā¦but,
I rather be with Kusamakura-san. \n\nHe was aware it was
extremely rude of him to think that way. Even so, he wanted to see
him, his desire to see him, and talk to him, won in the end as Tatsumi