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As Tomoki's soccer meeting finished up, Tomoko stayed behind, under the guise of going through some things in her bag. She could feel Tomoki's eyes on her when he entered the hallway, and when the last member finally left the room, she looked up.
"Can I talk to you?" Tomoko asked softly, walking up to where her brother stood.
"Tomoko," Tomoki said curtly. "We can talk at home, you know?"
Tomoko glanced at the open door, then walked over and shut it. She sighed and turned back. "I know...but I don't want Mom to get involved again."
Their eyes met, and both felt longing fill them. Three months of lingering looks and tentative kisses all combined into a single moment of a complete loss.
"I'm sorry," Tomoko said, her voice breaking.
Tomoki sighed. To have everything so easily fixed… "That's not enough, Tomoko," he said instead, sighing again.
"I know," Tomoko whispered. "But it's all I can offer."