I blink, and find myself gripping Emi's hand. Not out of fear. It's only a giant zipper in the air, after all. But this is strange, and it's not like I mind people knowing I care about Emi.
"Some kind of portal," I say, not quite a question. "Where will it take us, Kouta?"
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I blink, and find myself gripping Emi's hand. Not out of fear. It's only a giant zipper in the air, after all. But this is strange, and it's not like I mind people knowing I care about Emi.
"Some kind of portal," I say, not quite a question. "Where will it take us, Kouta?"