[He stops dead in his tracks and watches Karamatsu bustle past him, his shoulders hunched and his hands in his pockets. He's walking in longer strides, sure, somehow, despite the fact that Ichimatsu never has figured out how he walks in those jeans of his (and considering he's worn them, he really can't figure it out), but...]
[Watching Karamatsu's hunched shoulders in his stupid leather jacket as he scurries away with his head ducked, Ichimatsu has a horrifying moment of clarity fall upon him, and he realizes the answer that Karamatsu refused to give. Was that what he looked like, when he hunched into his sweater and scurried away from a question or a statement he didn't want to handle?]
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[Watching Karamatsu's hunched shoulders in his stupid leather jacket as he scurries away with his head ducked, Ichimatsu has a horrifying moment of clarity fall upon him, and he realizes the answer that Karamatsu refused to give. Was that what he looked like, when he hunched into his sweater and scurried away from a question or a statement he didn't want to handle?]
[If he's protecting them, who protects him?]
...Karamatsu.