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Being told he was beautiful, a word
that didnât suit him at all, Tatsumi almost dropped the mug in his
hands. That sort of assessment was rarely said to one man from
another. Even so, Kusamakura didnât appear to be flustered, nor did
he seem to be joking. Rather, it was Tatsumi who was embarrassed.
\n\nâUmâŚâŚâ\n\nâI think youâre fine the way you are.
Youâre pretty, Tatsumi.â\n\nRepeating himself clearly,
Kusamakura seemed to be nodding to himself in agreement. \n\nâI
see, so thatâs it.â\n\nHe repeated to himself, as if he were
finally understanding something. \n\nâTh-Thank youâŚâŚum,
letâs end it there.â\n\nHonestly, being told something like
that, in a voice that seemed to come from what he felt in his heart,
made Tatsumiâs face inadvertently turn red. Tatsumi set his mug on
the table, then pressed his palms against his burning face, hoping
Kusamakura wasnât looking his way. He never had an interest in others
sexually. Since he couldnât see, he had plenty of opportunities to
touch other people, all sorts of people, men and women of all ages,
but he never felt any sort of nervousness from their assistance.