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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐰, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 caressed 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

"𝐎𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰?"

Hitoshi has forgotten what love felt like; focused more on whether the key to the alcohol cabinet is locked or if he's tidied everything in the house, perhaps how knives hurt when they were left to heat atop the stove or how tea was scalding hot when it was thrown in his face.

Denki is there to show him how nice it is to simply love, to adore and treasure.

[warning: descriptions of abuse and attempted PTSD!]