All of them at Madam Oizumi's, together. A part of him would've liked that. How many times over the past two years had he wished he could've? If it hadn't been him, it just meant some other kid would've had to endure it. Even still, it makes his chest ache; and as much as he wanted to hold onto that sentiment, it made him tense up. Minakami knew. Minakami always knew. He looks up at Minakami only barely, just enough make the pathetically haggard look on Kawase's own face more obvious.

But when Kawase can stand to fully open his eyes again, the blue has melted away, and the colorful splotches in his vision had faded away. And then someone else spoke.

"T...Tamamori-kun...?" He lowers his hand, eyes wide as he forces himself to look up. Matoba, with his arm bloody and compressed with Tamamori's apron. And Tamamori himself, alive, and red around the eyes, his irises looking like they only just now regained their own blue.

He can't process it. So instead, Kawase just focuses on Tamamori's face. His own eyes aren't particularly focused, but he grabs Tama's face by the jaw, leaning in closer to scrutinize the symptoms. Maybe even confirm that the blue was still there, and real, like the rest of him; though the gestures is surprisingly gentle.

"Your eyes are red." He states simply, still sounding a bit breathless. "Are you sick again? Do you have a fever? Allergies? You've been irritating them."