By dreamful_sun
Summary:
Takemichi looked up, and there was that scar, which ran across both lips. Takemichi could not help but touch it. With gentle movements, he ran his finger over it. That wound and the one that probably was on his arm were reminders of that night—that night where Takemichi wasn't able to stop him.
That night something broke beside his broken arm.
Or simply a story about healing and accepting those mistakes.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/35937403
