[ There’s a shiver of something through him, and suddenly he’s wrapping his arms around Natsume and clinging to him tightly. He doesn’t say anything, just lays his head on the other’s shoulder and ... stands there in his warmth. Breathing. Taking in his scent. His everything. Suddenly the club seems even more suffocating than before, like more of a prison than before. The time he must stay there stretches out before him and it all feels impossible to bare. ]
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