Chapter 4 · free to read
The mask was off. And the first thing the real Arishima did was go quiet.
A float that fell off a cliff. Aimed at the one meter neither of us owns.
There it is. He's not covering where I can hit — he's poisoning where I'd WANT to.
He studied my miracle and walled it off overnight. So I can't repeat myself. I have to invent again — and drag Daichi somewhere he's never gone.
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