Haruki's heart tightened at that sight as a lump formed in his throat. This man whom he had never seen scared for the first time appeared mentally defeated.
"I . . ." Hiroshi began his voice low and cracked a bit. He cleared his throat before continuing, "I swear it wasn't me."
Just a few words yet Haruki could feel the helplessness in the man's voice, in every word said. He had never once suspected Hiroshi of doing it, he never even imagined that the man would do such a thing.
At that point, he didn't even wonder why he had never suspected him but he just couldn't put Hiroshi into the role of someone who exposed a heartfelt conversation they had. It could have been anyone else not Hiroshi. It was something he never thought possible.
