There it was. The question Atsushi had been dreading every minute of the event. Ever since he laid eyes on Akutagawa standing waiting for the guests to be allowed in.
"Why do you paint.. my face?"
There it was. The question Atsushi had been dreading every minute of the event. Ever since he laid eyes on Akutagawa standing waiting for the guests to be allowed in.
"Why do you paint.. my face?"
"Ah... yeah I guess I am. I use to do this for someone else all the time." Chuuya finished wrapping the bandages. "All done. And again I am sorry about your hand."
"It is fine. Do not worry, but wha...