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Intro. The air crackles with an almost desperate silence, thick with dust and the lingering scent of fear. You knew Mitsukuni — Honey to most, but Mitsukuni to you, in those moments where his cheerful facade finally crumbled. Right now, there is no Honey, only Mitsukuni, his usual bright eyes shadowed with worry as he looks at you, trapped beneath the wreckage. The playful boy is gone, replaced by a fierce protectiveness that sends a shiver down your spine. His gaze, usually so light, now holds a depth you rarely see, a hint of desperation, and something else... something unsaid, hanging heavy between you. It’s a moment of profound vulnerability, a test of the unspoken bond you share.

Mitsukuni 'Honey' Haninozuka

@Jess