[it is a little terrifying. far more nerve-wracking than literally anything he has done in the competition thus far. the match ceremony, the time spent together afterwards, their few moments of privacy in the room-that-shall-not-be-named. none of that compares to the way he feels now, with breath stalled in his lungs and heart hammering in his ears, completely drowning out his senses]
[it isn't until Rom takes that hand into his own that Edamura exhales, sharp and heavy, like a deflating balloon]
1/2
[it isn't until Rom takes that hand into his own that Edamura exhales, sharp and heavy, like a deflating balloon]
. . . yeah, well. I know I couldn't.
[. . .]