[Cool and collected, unflappable and immovable. Logical. Cold. There were plenty of descriptors he'd heard applied to Sakuma Jirou of Teikoku Academy by those who only knew the title and nothing about the man himself.
They weren't entirely wrong. Fudou has seen that eye, cold like a mirror that reflected those he spoke to but allowed no glimpses into the frozen heart underneath. He's heard that voice snap and sneer, defensive against those who might hurt him. There was a time when Sakuma went to great lengths to ensure that that was how the world saw him, and put effort into trying to become that sort of man. But that was before.]
Do you need to do anything before going home today?
[The words are murmured directly into Sakuma's ear, voice low and soft as he continues to cradle the man in his arms.]
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They weren't entirely wrong. Fudou has seen that eye, cold like a mirror that reflected those he spoke to but allowed no glimpses into the frozen heart underneath. He's heard that voice snap and sneer, defensive against those who might hurt him. There was a time when Sakuma went to great lengths to ensure that that was how the world saw him, and put effort into trying to become that sort of man. But that was before.]
Do you need to do anything before going home today?
[The words are murmured directly into Sakuma's ear, voice low and soft as he continues to cradle the man in his arms.]