I miss you.

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And, Caines…

・A crooked, almost unhinged smile pulls at his lips—half defiance, half raw desperation.・

I’ve got a lot.

A whole lot of energy.

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I remembered his face—the person I TRULY loved. The first…and only one.

You tried to erase it—
but I dragged that memory BACK .

That just proves you slip. Over and over again. Countless mistakes.
And we’re going to dance on them until one of us gets tired.

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BECAUSE THIS WAS ALWAYS MINE.

You can’t just crawl out of nowhere and try to claim it all at once.
So... Hey.

You weren’t wrong about one thing… I like belonging to someone.
But YOU are definitely NOT that person.

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Right now, there was only rage.
And fear.
And pain—real, burning pain.
He clenched his hands into fists.・

But trapping me… isn’t going to work anymore. I’ve made new memories. I’ve already messed up everything you thought was yours.

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That realization made his blood boil. He remembered his time as a cleaner. Remembered being in love—but it felt distant now, like watching an old movie from the outside. He understood the emotions. He just couldn’t feel them.

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But beneath the anger, something else twisted inside him.
The compliment.
Tamsy had praised him. With disgust, sure—but still. And it stuck. Finch hated it… but some broken part of him liked being seen. Even like that.

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・The provocation slipped out automatically—sharp, venomous. Armor. Finch needed to keep playing the role: confident, taunting—even with his heart racing and his body restrained.

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You must’ve… gotten pissed. Since no one usually draws blood from you, right?”
Untouchable, Tamsy…

Not so.... untouchable after all.

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Are you watching ?!

・His voice came out strained as Finch turned toward Tamsy. One of his eyes still glowed faintly—Jyiuu was still active. Too active. Just like him.・

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The vulture’s beak snapped at the thick cords.・

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D-damn it…

・He whispered, breathless. With trembling fingers, he tried to reach Jyiuu—just to calm him down. Shit. He wouldn’t stop moving. It wasn’t his fault. Jyiuu had the mind of a guardian beast. He only wanted to protect Finch. Again.

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He tugged at his hands on instinct—despite knowing the Tokushin rules better than anyone: the more you struggle, the tighter the cords get. But he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to lose his freedom. Not again. Not another time.・

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He felt everything twice over. Every cord tightening, every restriction cutting deeper through the bond with his jinki. A low sound—almost a whimper—escaped him as the cords cinched tighter around his neck. His breath came in shaky pulls. The crown slipped off.

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