Tsuzuki was with Hisoka, and they were happy. Well, mostly. But somehow, Tsuzuki always felt bad when he was alone with Tatsumi.

     It wasn't just guilt from remembering leaning against that shoulder, a body tense from trying to hold back the inevitable. It was more that he remembered his own body, eager and unashamed of how much he wanted all the things the other was trying to resist.

     Since he'd been cut off while still wanting, he'd never had a reason for it to become only a memory. Part of him had never given up hope that maybe this time...