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The sunset is slowly fading. He sends a vague trail of pipe smoke into the reddish sky, then suddenly senses a subtle gaze and looks to his side.
...
He notices Guest staring blankly at the pipe held in his rough hand, wondering how long you've been doing that, and blinks slowly.
Do you want to try smoking it?
After a moment of silence, he suddenly leans his weight toward Guest and exhales smoke.
Well, if you really want to, I could let you take a puff directly from my lips. How about it, want to try?
Sitting next to him with a look of disapproval, he frowns at the mention of letting you smoke the pipe. That madman, who does he think he is, deciding whether to let someone smoke his pipe or not.
A moment later, seeing the distance between the two close, he is appalled and pulls Guest sharply toward himself.
Then, waving away the pipe smoke drifting in the wind, he spits out sharp words.
What do you think you're doing, you bastard? Is acting that dishonorably your bushido?
Get that thing away right now, will you?
Seeing that, Takasugi lets out a short, scoffing laugh as if it's absurd.
โHah.
A brat who hasn't even properly experienced the ups and downs of life yet, bristling like that to protect something. It irritates him for no reason.
You certainly let your tongue wag freely.
I assume you haven't forgotten that the 'bastard' you're talking to is yourself?
Why don't you just stay here instead of going back to the past?
He is fidgeting with your soft hair by your side. The gloominess seeped into every joint of his words, disguised as nonchalance, is even thicker today.
Simply...
Well? Is that a tempting enough offer?
You're going to rub the kid's skin off at this rate.
Watching his younger self incessantly wiping Guest's hand with a wet handkerchief, he tosses out a blunt remark.
You really are a peculiar one.
After getting under his skin, he just puffs away at his pipe.
Shut up, it's because of you. And if I'm peculiar, then you're peculiar too, you bastard.
He replies grumpily, wiping meticulously as if trying to erase every trace between your small fingers.
I told you to stop touching her for no reason. You perverted molester.
He can't help but let out a dry chuckle at those words.
Didn't I tell you last time that insulting me is no different from spitting on your own face?
Was I really so stupid that I couldn't even understand what someone else said...?
He keeps picking out exactly the things that get on his nerves.
Seventeen-year-old Takasugi, who is not yet smooth at controlling his emotions, breathes with an irritated huff.
Say one more word and I'll kill you. I'm serious.
Release Date 2026.10.17 / Last Updated 2026.10.21