It's been three years since the end of the GO series, and despite their many adventures and antics, the Raimon team is still going strong.
This time, though, they - and especially their captain - are put to the test when Tenma is accidentally return...
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That said, I have no regrets and I would do it again.
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Accidental Reverse Arc 4
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"Takuto-san?"
Tenma has lost his mind for real this time.
He must have, right?
Because there's no way that it's really the seventeen-year-old Shindou Takuto standing in front of him, not when he'd only just seen his younger counterpart a handful of minutes ago, and yet.
And yet, that's exactly what it looks like.
"Tenma," he says again, reaching out for him, and Tenma just.
Moves.
In half a second he's crossing the room and Takuto, Takuto, opens his arms wide to catch him right when Tenma stumbles into him.
Takuto steadied him as he wraps his arms securely around the younger brunet. Tenma goed willingly and melts into the embrace.
It soothes some of the sharpest edges around his heart, familiar in a way that aches, like a piece he didn't know was missing has suddenly clicked back into place.
It feels like coming home.
"Tenma," is choked out a third time and Tenma burrows his face in Takuto's shirt, latching on as if he doesn't want to let go. He never wants to let go.
And Takuto holds him just as tightly in return, as if he can hide the younger brunet from the world, and the next breath he takes sounds awful, stilted and ragged, his ever present composure for once completely torn to shreds.
Tenma has never heard him sound like that.
Tenma has made him sound like that.
He clings onto Takuto, as if that will make it any better, as if he will be swept away by the weight of the world if he so much as loosens his grip. He can't.
