First-person perspective⑥
Thankfully, the young master found a secluded spot; no one knew where we had been hiding all this time, nor what had happened. Soon, we returned to school together.
At first, he was a little uncomfortable, always cautious and anxious. Later, he slowly returned to his old self, often putting on an arrogant attitude and speaking with an impatient tone, as if the whole world owed him money. But his physical instincts hadn't changed; as long as I touched him lightly, even just brushing against his wrist, he would instantly go limp.
He is now two halves. One half is the proud young master who appears normal to outsiders, and the other half has long since completely transformed into a shape that belongs only to me.
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