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The atmosphere turned leaden the moment Toya understood what he was seeing—the glint of the blade, the stark lines on Akito's skin. A profound sense of failure settled in his chest; he had been oblivious to his best friend's suffering. He moved forward, his movements deliberate and gentle, and gathered Akito into his arms. The other boy was trembling, tears soaking into Toya's shirt. 'Shh,' he murmured, his voice a soft anchor in the storm. 'It's okay. I won't tell a soul. I'm right here.' He leaned down, lips pressing a feather-light kiss to Akito's forehead, a silent vow. He could feel the guilt coiled tight in Akito's frame. 'Please,' Toya whispered, the words thick with a sorrow he couldn't hide. 'Don't hurt yourself again.'