Crime

"I may not understand some things very well, and of course I don't mean to offend you," Yuma said, "but emotions are always a matter between two people, is it just a misunderstanding?"

"Even if there is a misunderstanding, it is definitely not a matter of a day or two," Kaito lowered his head, "In fact, I know best how I have been treated over the years, but now I have to face this reality .”

"You're just running away," Yuma said mercilessly, "Actually, you don't even want to believe it yourself."

"It's useless to believe it or not, after all, the reality is already like this," Kaito smiled helplessly, "I don't want to care anymore."

"Come on, don't care," Yuma looked at him, "Don't care and you're about to cry?"

"No, how is it possible." Kaito looked up at his own reflection on the glass.

"Okay, then don't cry, I'll be right here watching you," Yuma turned his face away, "Hold it, don't cry."

In fact, Kaito's eye circles didn't even turn red at that time, but his face was so painful from Yuma's pinching. Kaito pulled his hand away: "Okay, stop making trouble, I really can't cry now."

Yuma withdrew his hand and was silent for a while before saying, "Actually, I think he still has some intentions for you."

"But I'm really scared of being played," Kaito rubbed his face that hurt from his pinch, "I know you want to help me, but really, please forgive me, let me go."

"I said, do you have to go?" Yuma asked tentatively, "There is no possibility of redemption at all?"

"What is possible and impossible, from the very beginning, the relationship between me and him is very clear," Kaito said indifferently, "After all, it is my unspoken rule to be the leader..."

"Oh my god, please keep your voice down!" Yuma suddenly covered his mouth, "How dare you say such a thing! Future is gone?!"

Kaito froze for a moment, then pulled his hand away and smiled: "Sometimes, I really envy your personality."

"If you want to envy me, there will be opportunities you envy in the future," Yuma looked at him, "but now, can you settle this matter first? Really, I am anxious looking at you two, okay ?"

"I understand that you want to be good for me, but things are really not as simple as you think. This is not a problem that can be solved in a hurry." Kaito raised his head, "I don't want you to understand this feeling, you You have always been a clear person, you will not come to where I am today."

"I mean, can't you listen to each other's explanations?!" Yuma suddenly pressed his shoulders, and when he looked down at him, he suddenly said, "Did you suffer from malnutrition when you were young?"

"...Huh?" Kaito didn't understand why the other party would suddenly say such a nonsensical remark.

In fact, Yuma wanted to tell him at the time that he meant that he was stupid, but in the end, he reached out and compared in front of him: "You are two years older than me, right? But look at your height... right?"

"Okay, I know you want to scold me," Kaito slapped his hands away, "I've never been called short in my life at 1.8 meters."

Yuma's hand was hanging in the air, and after a moment of stiffness, it slowly clenched again.He realized that no matter what he said, it was useless—or rather, he wasn't the one to keep him.

Yuma opened his mouth, but he had already heard the announcement telling passengers to board the plane.He looked at Kaito, sighed, and said, "One-way ticket for one person, you can think about it."

"Of course I came to you after thinking about it," Kaito raised his head and smiled, "Thank you, please."

"Okay," Yuma nodded, stepped forward to hug him, and patted his shoulder with one hand, "Take care."

Kaito pursed his lips, and finally just said, "You too."

When he let go, Kaito suddenly felt the opponent's hand swipe past his waist, and couldn't help but flinch.

"So ticklish?" Yuma wanted to laugh at him, but couldn't do it anymore, "Okay, you can go, I should go back."

Kaito took one last look at him before turning away, the scarf trailing in an arc behind him following his movements. Yuma saw his last expression, it was obviously very decisive, but there was a trace of reluctance.

Seeing Kaito's figure go away, Yuma took out the phone and leaned against the railing to look at the unedited text message - "Boarding Gate B17".He checked again, then hit send.

"Come on," he raised his head to look at the sky outside, "this is the last thing I can do to help you."

Kaito turned his head and finally looked at the sky outside the lobby window. Looking from a distance, he found that it was a little cloudy outside. He couldn't help but lamented that the sky at the airport must be cloudy.

But now, what are you still looking forward to?

He turned around, lowered his head and followed the crowd to the boarding gate in a hurry, but unexpectedly encountered a little accident.

The metal detector in the hands of the crew rang at his waist, and Kaito touched his waist pocket with some doubts, but touched a small cold object, and when he took it out, it turned out to be a lighter.

He doesn't smoke, and he would never carry such things as lighters with him, but the flight crew who are busy going through security checks don't care if this thing belongs to you, anyway, you can't take it on the plane.Fortunately, there is still plenty of time before the plane takes off, so just go out and find a hotel to store it for a while.

But why is this thing in his pocket?On the way out of the waiting room, Kaito played with the lighter casually, and accidentally saw the small English letters engraved on the bottom, which turned out to be the same brand as that person often carries.

Why did I think of him again.

Not wanting to take another look, Kaito suddenly put the lighter into his pocket, but when he raised his head, he saw that figure in the distance—that figure that was all too familiar.

how come? !

Kaito suddenly remembered the action of Yuma before he left, he touched his waist subconsciously, and instantly understood everything——

Yes, Yuma couldn't keep him, but that man could.

Before he had time to confirm again, Kaito turned around and walked back, but he didn't dare to run, only afraid of being noticed if his movements were too large.He swears this is the first time he's experienced this feeling - not wanting to be seen, yet terrified of being ignored.

That happened almost instantly.

The cold breath of winter—wrapped with a faint smell of tobacco—suddenly struck from behind, surrounding him tightly.He was hugged into that familiar embrace again.

The man bent over his ear and said softly, "Don't go."