soon enough, we'll have forever

He’s thought about this a lot. He’s sure about it. But he knows anyone sitting where Kuramochi is sitting, who cares like Kuramochi does, will want to ask him, again and again and again, and when he’s faced with those questions, Kazuya feels that spike of adrenaline, something like panic that he doesn’t like, something like fear that shakes up all his resolve. Instead he tries to clench down on the feeling in his chest, that warm solid grip Eijun has on him. “I love him,” he thinks, as fiercely as he’s ever thought it, and the swell of it overtakes him.