Mutsuki sans knife is much healthier Mucchy.
“H – Haise?” Mutsuki raps on his squad leader’s door. He looks over his shoulder. Saiko nods at him, Higemaru offers two thumbs up, and Urie begrudgingly nods encouragement.
“Mutsuki? What is it?” Sasaki looks up from his book of haikus.
Mutsuki looks at his list of suggestions. All the Quinx wrote out what he ought to say:
Saiko – are you a virgin?
Skipping that one, Mutsuki sees Urie’s.
Hi.
Come on. He growls.
Tell him what he’s done for you – Aura S.
“I just wanted to thank you,” Mutsuki blurts out. “For helping me grow stronger. For caring about me – about all of us. You’re the kindest person I know – and I care about you m-m-more than a little.” He blinks, surprised at the tears in his eyes. “I love you, Sensei.”
“Mucchan.” Sasaki’s eyes practically fall out of his head. “I – I – I don’t know what to say.”
“I’m sorry,” Mutsuki squeaks.
“No, I mean – no one has ever told me they loved me. Not without hitting me, at least.” Sasaki’s eyes cloud over at the foggy memories of his mother.
“I wouldn’t hit you.”
“I know.” Sasaki grabs Mutsuki’s hands. “I care about you a lot too, Mutsuki.” He kisses Mutsuki’s cheek, and Mutsuki lets out a happy gasp.
“You – you mean my past doesn’t bother you?” It hasn’t been long since Mutsuki confessed everything to Sasaki, and Sasaki held him in an embrace.
“No.”
“I’m not grotesque to you?”
“Never. I love you.” Sasaki swallows. “I wish I could take back everything that hurt you.”
“And I would do the same for you.”
“I know you would.” Sasaki pats Mutsuki on the shoulder. “You deserve love, Mutsuki.”
Mutsuki kisses him in response.