Hakuba’s head snapped to the side with the force of impact, his hair falling in his face. He was quiet, just listening as Kuroba spoke, and all of it was true, every bit of it. Kuroba was important to him. But that was the problem, the teen had gotten under his skin, gotten past the walls he had built, had forced him to build new ones. No one was supposed to be able to get that far; no one. Least of all a thief, a thief who he couldn’t help but be fascinated with, who was Spiders target.
He brought a hand to his cheek and rubbed his with a shaky hand. He wasn’t angry, he was just tired, exhausted, there was something different about Kuroba today, a new variable he wasn’t ready to deal with. He should leave, he should move away, go home, or to class, or somewhere, just not be close to this new Kuroba. This new Kuroba was dangerous.
“I had two choices. I made my choice. This was the path I choose.”
“The path you chose is stupid. And if was the one you felt you had to choose, the other one probably sucks too. So…”
The magician crossed his arms and stared, looking rather unimpressed with the detective.
“Make a new one.”
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