[ Mukuro closes his eyes and sighs. It's no more than he expects from Hibari. Clipping the man's wings will not earn him any favours; hearing that his desire is reciprocated will have to be enough.
He is unused to the fear he feels: the fear that one day Hibari will fly off and never return. He doesn't open his eyes, hoping that the insecurity isn't showing in his expression. ]
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He is unused to the fear he feels: the fear that one day Hibari will fly off and never return. He doesn't open his eyes, hoping that the insecurity isn't showing in his expression. ]
Let us return. It's cold out.