Awwwwwwww! Sniff sniff.

Its so sad... But I like it!

Awww Poor takano-san X'C

very descriptive, good work!

Impeccable writing. I should say...

I can read a 1k-word fic for 15 minutes. And read a short drabble even longer to milk the words out of it because it was just plain amazing. And i'm talking about the latter, btw.

Great fic. I just hoped that it was Ritsu he saw

Takano's actions and thoughts were so fluid, it was like I was watching it all playout. Wonderfully written drabble; Takano's feelings are so achingly believeable and heart clenching. Great job!

I really liked the pacing in this piece. The way Masamune's thoughts flew felt just like carefully timed shots in a movie. I can't think of other ways to elaborate on this, but I thought it was the most effective aspect of the story.

Even before I read the rest of the paragraph, I loved the description of the other guy as oblivious. It felt like such a good, strong word to use to describe someone who was so *not* what Masamune wanted to find.

The last line, though, jolted me out of a reverie. Up until that point, all of the descriptions could have come from a first person narrative and gave a close, personal feeling. (The vodka metaphor, although pretty dark, fit in pretty well for me.) So now I'm stuck halfway thinking I don't like the line and halfway thinking I want to bluff and say I think it's very deep despite not understanding a tertiary meaning to it.

Overall, I thought it was a beautiful piece that said just the right amount about Masamune's character.

What a lovely piece! Again, I loved your insight. I especially enjoyed your take on Takano and what he must have gone through. But I really loved (I mean really, really loved!) the ending line. As a reader, it left me with a better understanding of how bleak things must have seemed for Takano. Poor guy, he suffered a great deal longing for his love like that. Anyway, great work! I look forward to reading more from you :)

A great short little fic. I really like how you captured Masamune's character and his longing for Ritsu. Congrats on an interesting fic!

Always so nice to see a new piece from you. Your work manages a quiet sorrow so beautifully. Takano's longing is palpable.

I'm going to pretend the person he saw among the stacks is Hiroki, I don't know if that was your intention, but the description reminds me of a young Kamijou.

The last few lines are so poignant "It was sweating like a glass of vodka on the rocks." the allusion in this metaphor of Takano's long and lost time of inebriated darkness is profound.

Lovely work. Thank you so much for writing.

VERY INTERESTING