[It drips over him, one thing after the next, one little thing after another that Ren has not only seen, but remembered. I see you, I see you. I always saw you. He feels like someone's lifted his mask to stare in at him, but he also feels a weird exaltation: he was watching me from the start, like I was watching him.]
You're right. Most of that isn't much of a giveaway. Anyone in my homeroom could tell you I'm competitive. Not that any of them are worth the effort.
I couldn't believe you touched me like that. [Really. Nobody touched him, other than to drag him along or hit him or to be a fucking creep, since... when, exactly?]
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You're right. Most of that isn't much of a giveaway. Anyone in my homeroom could tell you I'm competitive. Not that any of them are worth the effort.
I couldn't believe you touched me like that. [Really. Nobody touched him, other than to drag him along or hit him or to be a fucking creep, since... when, exactly?]