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and a snippet from a fic that was translated from baidu which was translated from pixiv

[skilful]

"Eh?" Holding onto the queen, Totsuka's hand stops moving.

Pale fingers that don't understand what war is.

Should he say it resembled a woman's, he feels nobody would disagree.

Looking at the chess piece in Totsuka's hand, Fushimi suddenly speaks up. "I take back what I said about your suitability to be king."

"Eh?"

"Rather than a king, you're more suited to be a queen." By Suoh, by everyone -- protected and deeply loved.

Though obviously the weakest, yet a presence nobody can resist.

If Totsuka was a woman, the apparent relationship before his eyes would have been more clear.