[Kouta lets himself be moved easily, a bit surprised when Micchy moves to lean on him. He lifts his arms, tightly wrapping them around Micchy's waist and pulling the other closer, resting his chin on the other's shoulder. It makes him uncomfortable to see his friend like this, even when he's not sure what's wrong. ... and he's not sure he can ask, either.]
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... are you okay?