“Nishimoto,” Takuma started, voice filled with reluctance. He was looking only at my hand and not meeting my gaze as if he was afraid of what he would see in them. “What do you feel about Nishimoto?” He asked. My eyes widened, and for an unknown reason, I felt uneasiness and nervousness rushed inside me. It made my heart pound against my chest, and a feeling of fear crept in me.
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I tried to look for a rational reason that could make me understand why I was feeling that way. Something that could give me clarity behind my actions. I felt my breath hitched at my lungs while my mind searched deep within my head, looking for the answers that even I did not know about. Why? I asked myself. Why do I feel so uncomfortable talking about this?
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