Miyuki snorts. "Why the fuck would I do a thing like that?" The thought of Oikawa back here, while Miyuki lives and dies, is worse than the thought of another hundred years of loneliness. "What could you even want?"

Oikawa's expression makes it look like he's in pain. He clenches his fist at his side, the tendons in his wrist are pulled taught. Miyuki wants to kiss them.

Seconds pass, and Oikawa finds his voice.