[There it was again. That dancing around something Yosuke had done, from both of them. Ichigo's grip on his own phone tightens, his knuckles turning white.
The dread returned, and even if Yosuke wasn't his favorite person right now...he almost didn't want to hear what Adachi was going to tell him.]
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The dread returned, and even if Yosuke wasn't his favorite person right now...he almost didn't want to hear what Adachi was going to tell him.]
I...I need to know, Adachi-san. Please.
What did he do?