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“So it is a burn,” Yuuta said, looking over at Maki for confirmation.
“Yeah,” Maki nodded, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat. “It’s a burn.”
She had sat them both down on her couch in her strangely empty living room the following day. After a bit of a back and forth with Inumaki, he had given Maki the go-ahead to do some of the more...difficult parts of the talking.
Yuuta had been serious before when he said he didn’t care, not in the sense that it didn’t matter, but because he knew his feelings weren't likely to change either way. If Inumaki hadn't wanted him to know, Yuuta wouldn't have pushed for further explanation. He wondered how many other people had been made aware of Inumaki’s situation outside of excuses to divert idle curiosity. He assumed very few if any. It felt like a special kind of trust.
Yuuta had taken a seat at the end of the couch, leaning against one of the armrests. Inumaki had settled in next to him, positioning himself as close as he could, despite the vast expanse of the rest of the couch being open. Yuuta ended up shifting around, unsticking one of his arms, and with far less hesitancy than he would normally have, settled it on the top part of the couch, above Inumaki’s shoulders.
“Toge's family home caught fire. When he was little,” She continued, “Pretty bad too if I remember correctly. I guess he almost choked to death before they got him out of there."
“I’m sorry, that sounds awful,” Yuuta said sympathetically, looking down at Inumaki. The other boy just rolled his eyes dismissively like it wasn’t a big deal even if Yuuta could tell it absolutely was.
"His throat got all fucked up from the smoke and or something, it didn't develop properly after suffering from intense trauma... I think. Is that right?" She paused, considering, looking over at Inumaki who just shrugged. She shrugged back. "I dunno, I’m not a doctor. But, yeah, that's the gist of it.”
Yuuta moved his arm down from the couch that had been thrown around his shoulder pulled him a bit closer. Inumaki leaned into him. The physical contact was reassuring.
“All in all, it put his family in kind of a bad spot, losing everything like that,” Maki continued, “Toge actually lived with me and my family for a while. Our parents were acquainted, it was just something that ended up being convenient at the time.”
“That was nice of them,” Yuuta had known they’d known each other from childhood, but he hadn’t assumed they’d actually lived together.
“Nice isn’t how I’d describe it. But that’s an entirely different conversation…” She huffed, shifting in her seat, “Regardless, we became close that way."
“You're actually a bit like siblings then,” Yuuta pointed out.
“That's... not wrong,” Maki tapped her chin, considering that, “I guess if I had to admit it, Toge is a bit like my bratty little brother.”
Inumaki narrowed his eyes at her which got a scoff in response.
“I don’t care if you’re technically older than me,” she said sticking out her tongue. “You get little brother status.”
It was probably bad form, but a small laugh escaped from Yuuta as Inumaki looked up at him with a poignant look of betrayal.
“Sorry," Yuuta squeezed his shoulder again, “It's a little funny.”
“Exactly,” Maki chimed in with a grin. “It's a little funny.”
Inumaki jabbed Yuuta lightly in the ribs before crossing his arms and settling back into Yuuta's side with the quietest huff. Maki snickered.
“So the mask then…”
Despite the fact it was just the three of them, he had still chosen to wear one. Yuuta had wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to do that but...
“I mean,” Maki shrugged, “I get it, even if I don’t like it, I get it.”
“What do you mean?”
Maki looked over at Inumaki, “I’ve always told you to just give the middle finger to everyone. But,” She turned back to Yuuta, “You have to understand that people are quick to make judgments about things. And it’s even harder when you quite literally can’t provide answers.”
She shook her head.
“I remember in primary school kids would ask Toge the same questions over and over and he could never get the words out fast or loud enough and just…”
Maki shifted, crossing her legs and leaning back.
“It didn’t end well. I don't blame him at all for choosing to just avoid those situations altogether as an adult. Especially because he never really redeveloped any real voice.”
Before Yuuta could ask anything else, Inumaki pulled his phone out. Yuuta was in a position where he didn’t even need to turn the screen to see what Inumaki was typing.
It’s a habit.
And it's not uncomfortable.
“Okay,” Yuuta paused, then added, “If you...you don’t have to but if you want to keep wearing it, it’s fine, even in situations like this. But you don’t have to. Just so you know.”
Inumaki looked up at him with eyes that looked a little bit like they might be smiling. Yuuta smiled back down at him.
“Aaaanyway, it comes down to the simple fact that people suck,” Maki stated, pulling them both back to reality. "Eventually, they left him alone with a little persuasion but, Toge just kind of adopted wearing a mask after that.”
“So you beat them up?” Yuuta looked back up at Maki.
“Me?” Maki asked, pointing to herself, eyebrows raised, seemingly surprised.
“Y-Yeah,” Yuuta stammered, having assumed that was obvious, “I mean… that sort of seems--”
“Were you about to say I seem like the type to start that kind of shit?” Maki cut him off with a grin.
“I--” Yuuta wasn't sure how to respond, because that was exactly what he was about to say.
“Well you’re right, and I did, but would you believe the one throwing the most punches was…”
Maki trailed off, turning her wrist around changing the direction she was pointing over to Inumaki.
“What?” Yuuta said, shocked at that revelation, looking down at Inumaki who had his face half-buried in his hoodie, distinctly turned away from Yuuta. “Really???”
“Yeah we were both little shits,” Maki grinned as Inumaki kept his eyes averted from Yuuta, ears going pink. “I think that's partially why we became such good friends.”
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“I’m glad it worked out.”
Yuuta looked up from Maki’s couch to see Fushigruo standing in front of him. It was later that week at another party Maki had hashed together just because. Yuuta was pleasantly buzzed with alcohol and probably having one of the most enjoyable times he’d ever had at a party. Inumaki had gotten up to use the bathroom and probably grab another drink. Yuuta was more than content to simply save their spot on the couch until he got back.
“Fushiguro!” He grinned, wider than he normally would, feeling the alcohol in his veins, happy to see his friend. “Were you waiting to come over to talk to me?”
“Maybe,” Fushiguro said in a way that definitely meant yes. “You looked...occupied.”
“I, uh--”
“You haven’t so much as looked at anywhere else. I could have stood here for twenty minutes and you wouldn’t have noticed. You’re completely enamored. Honestly, it’s a weird look on you,” Fushiguro pointed out flatly before Yuuta could flounder out some half excuse that wasn’t true.
“Fushigu--”
“Okkotsu,” Fushiguro cut him off, then added. “At the same time, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile so much. That’s also a weird look on you…” Fushiguro took a drink from his own cup. “But not a bad one.”
Yuuta grinned again.
“...Thanks.”
Fushiguro hummed.
“Anyway, I’ll excuse myself before Inumaki comes back. Just wanted to give you a real congratulations about… everything.”
“Wait--You don’t have to leave, you know.”
“No,” Fushigruo shook his head. “I think I should.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know if…” His friend paused and made a sour face. “...I don’t think he likesme. So, I didn’t want to give the wrong… I don't want to ruin anything for you accidentally. Again.”
Fushiguro looked genuinely uncomfortable at that admission. Last time had been a mistake and a misunderstanding but it had worked out. Yuuta didn’t have any hard feelings and definitely didn't place any blame for the situation on Fushiguro. He sort of assumed Inumaki didn’t either considering he’d never brought it back up.
“I don’t think you should worry.”
“You don’t think so, huh…” Fushiguro frowned. “He keeps sending me cryptic images I don’t understand over text at something like 2 am. They’re always the first things I see when I wake up,” He shifted slightly on his feet, “I think some are meant to be… Warnings? Or threats? I don’t really get it. Can you please ask your boyfriend to be more direct if he has something he wants to say to me?”
“I--”
Fushiguro’s request was genuine, but it still caught Yuuta off guard. It was the first time anyone had actually used the term boyfriend.
“I-I’ll see what I can do,” Yuuta said, trying to repress the sudden fluttering in his stomach. “Although, I think it’s still probably a misunderstanding.”
“Alright fine,” Fushiguro sat down next to Yuuta with a fwump and pulled out his phone, “What does this mean then?”
Yuuta leaned over and squinted at the screen trying to make sense of what he was looking at.
He didn’t know.
“I don't know.”
“How about this?” Fushiguro flipped to a different image.
A pause.
“No, I’m not sure either.”
“This one.”
Another pause.
Then another.
And another.
“I don’t think I know what any of them mean, actually.”
“Right?” Fushiguro grumbled, sounding genuinely frustrated, “It’s very frustrating.”
If Yuuta had been a little less taken aback and a little more intoxicated he would have laughed. This was such an odd reaction for Fushiguro, the normal blasé indifference he wore cracking just a bit from such a trivial thing.
“I’m surprised you’re giving it any thought at all. Normally you’d disregard stuff like this altogether.”
“The problem is the sender of these messages is dating a very good friend of mine. I don’t want to not like him and I don’t want him to not like me,” Fushiguro said offhandedly like it was the most obvious thing in the world as he flicked his finger up, scrolling through more text messages. “I just...haven’t figured out how to make sure of that yet.”
Yuuta blinked.
“Wow, that’s...” Yuuta trailed off, still trying to figure out what to say.
“That’s what?” Fushiguro turned towards him, confusion growing on his face.
“Nevermind,” Yuuta smiled, deciding maybe he didn’t need to say anything, once again grateful to have Fushiguro in his life. “I'm starting to think I don’t give you enough credit.”
“Definitely true,” Fushiguro huffed, finally giving up and repocketing his phone, “But thank you... I think.”
“What about you? How are, uh, other...things?”
“Glad to see your conversation skills remain top-tier,” Fushiguro turned his gaze out towards the crowded room. “But I’m working on it. It’s...good. I think.”
“You think…” Yuuta parroted and turned to look out at the crowd himself.
“You know how it can be. Bothersome people and all.”
Yuuta’s eyes scanned the room for the first time in a while, he had been, as Fushiguro put it, a bit occupied and not fully aware of the surroundings. It didn't take him long to spot Itadori, who happened to be very pointedly looking over at him and Fushiguro. He couldn't be more obvious.
As soon as their eyes met, Itadori stiffened, turned 90 degrees, and walked directly into a wall. Recovering as quickly as he could, he turned 90 more degrees and shuffled off down the nearby hallway.
“...Is Itadori afraid of me?” Yuuta asked not sure how else to gauge that kind of reaction.
“A little,” Fushiguro’s eyes glanced over to the wall Itadori had run into a few moments earlier, very aware of where he had been, “He’s been making incredibly stupid efforts to avoid coming within 20 feet of you ever since you knocked his brother out.”
“Right…” Yuuta said, suddenly more than a little self-conscious about the whole thing. Although maybe the Itadoris had deserved it, he didn’t want to accidentally develop some sort of reputation, “I should probably apolog--”
“No,” Fushiguro cut him off, getting back up to his feet, “I want to see how long this goes on for. It makes work less loud...”
Yuuta didn’t miss the small smile that quirked up on his friend's lips.
“And it's sort of hilarious.”
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“You’re off,” Maki huffed, throwing a particularly quick hook Yuuta barely just managed to throw an arm up to block.
“Sorry,” He said, pushing her arm down. “Distracted.”
Maki was in a particularly offensive mood today. Honestly, Yuuta should be paying more attention. But...
“Distracted,” She repeated, annoyed. “And here I was about to yell at Toge.”
They had met outside the gym after both of their work shifts had wrapped up for the night. Maki was particularly fired up to see both of them show up for once. Yuuta had been right: Inumaki had been her sometimes-but-not-always gym partner in the past. It was a mantle that had been all but passed to Yuuta when he ended up being much more reliable at returning her phone calls.
Inumaki’s gym habits (and return calls) could be described as inconsistent at best.
The brown-haired girl from before was there too, standing behind Maki, her own gym bag in hand. Yuuta couldn’t recall her name but he remembered her as Fushiguro’s friend...Itadori's not-girlfriend... and Maki’s… well he wasn't sure what her relationship was with Maki, actually.
He gave a slight wave in greeting, not really sure where the two of them stood, especially since she had been a bit hostile during their last encounter. She raised her eyebrow, clearly unimpressed, before turning and walking into the building after Maki.
They changed into casual clothes, stretched, and split off. Inumaki gave Yuuta and Maki one small wave before heading over to the running track. Kugisaki crossed her arms and followed after him, after getting told by Maki that, no, Yuuta would be her partner since Kugisaki had no real experience sparing herself.
The two of them only did a total of about three full laps each before individually giving up and plopping down in the corner with where they had put the rest of their stuff.
“He’s not even doing anything. He’s just over there playing a game on his phone sitting next to Kuga--Kugis--”
“Nobara.”
“Nobara,” Yuuta repeated, knowing he’d probably forget her name again as he swung a kick around at Maki who dodged it without much effort.
“You’re right and wrong,” Maki smirked, “Toge’s definitely not doing anything,” She threw a return punch, “But he’s also not, not doing anything.”
“He’s killing time,” Yuuta offered, pushing her arm down again.
“Yes,” Maki huffed a breath out her nose, “And he’s also staring at you.”
“What?”
“It’s extra obnoxious,” Maki rounded a kick at Yuuta’s side. “Figured that’s why you couldn’t focus.”
“He's not--” Yuuta said, shifting his own footing as he blocked.
“He is.”
“He's not!”
“He is.”
“He--”
“Just ask yourself this,” Maki cut him off, “ Why would Toge even come here? It wasn't to work out. It wasn’t because he was bored. There are at least 3 other places I’m sure he’d rather be. But he’s here and...” Her eyes flicked to the side, looking past Yuuta. “He’s definitely looking at your butt.”
“M-My--” Yuuta stammered, staggering as he misstepped, almost falling over but catching himself at the last second.
“Fucking no subtlety, I swear,” She threw another punch Yuuta just barely managed to deflect. “At least Nobara has the decency to be a little less obvious.”
Yuuta knew it was a bad idea, a horrible idea actually, but compulsion overtook him and he couldn’t help himself. Turning his head to the side, Yuuta just barely managed to see Inumaki avert his gaze before Maki socked him square in the face and he spun sideways hitting the ground with a thud.
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“I'm surprised you still show up here. Especially now that you’ve got a laptop.”
Muta, Inumaki’s co-worker and friend (?), called over to Yuuta as he exited the elevator to the third floor of the library. Yuuta admittedly still didn't know much about him other than his name and the fact he knew Miwa. They had a sort of neutral acquaintanceship, two people who saw each other all the time but never really spoke.
“Will I be bothering you?” Yuuta asked, walking up to the desk.
“Nah, it's nothing like that,” Muta waved a hand dismissively, “Most people don’t come to this floor unless they have to. Did Inumaki tell you the wrong schedule or something?”
“I like the library. It’s easier to focus.” Yuuta countered, feeling like he needed to defend himself just a little at that accusation. “This floor is always the quietest one.”
Yuuta had sort of developed a habit of coming here to get his homework done. He hadn't really felt the need to change that.
“The most boring one you mean. But whatever works for you, I guess,” Muta swiveled back and forth in his chair behind the desk, “I’d personally choose to lay around on the quad if I didn’t have to be stuck in here all the time but to each their own.”
He spun around on his chair once then asked: "How’s the computer working by the way?”
A week or so prior when Yuuta had arrived one afternoon at the library to do some homework, Inumaki had waved him over to the tech desk. Much to Yuuta’s surprise, he had presented with a laptop.
“Uh. For me? To keep?” Yuuta asked, not really sure what to make of the sudden gift.
Inumaki nodded pushing it towards him over the desk.
On it was stuck a series of sticky notes:
it’s not new
i pieced it together from some scrap
but it works
He found one more note stuck to the keyboard after opening up the screen:
don’t crush it
Yuuta felt like it was too big of a thing to just receive out of the blue but Inumaki dismissed all his protests claiming that he benefited from this too, since they'd have the convenience of never having to stay late at the library again.
Inumaki had even preloaded all of his files and set the background to be some version of that cartoon panda Yuuta remembered from his phone. Yuuta had opted not to change that.
“Good so far, no problems yet.”
“Glad to hear it. Inumaki was pretty thorough putting it together,” Muta shrugged, “I told him he could cut more corners building it, especially since it was going to mostly be used for text documents. But, ah, he was insistent.”
"It was a really kind thing for him to do. I'm still not really able to afford a new one myself."
"Yeah, it was," The other boy paused and thought about that for a second. “If only everyone could all be on the receiving end of such kindness from him.”
“What does that...mean?” Yuuta said raising an eyebrow.
“It means we aren’t all so fortunate,” Muta responded with a slight grimace.
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“Sitting a little close aren’t ya?” Satoru asked, walking to the back of the classroom towards Yuuta and Inumaki’s desk after class wrapped up one morning. “People might start getting ideas.”
“How else are we supposed to sit?” Yuuta replied, “I'm surprised we can find a way to fit in here at all.”
They had started making an effort to come to class together, mostly on Yuuta’s request.
It was, admittedly, a bit clunky, figuring out a system that worked for that.
Inumaki was a far, far worse morning person than Yuuta ever was. How he had even managed to get to class on his own that one time before midterms became a growing mystery once Yuuta became more aware of how sporadic his sleeping habits were.
Every attempt ended up being a challenge. Yuuta would simultaneously call Inumaki’s phone while knocking on his apartment door until, eventually, sometimes tens of minutes later, it would crack open and a groggy-looking lilac eye would peer back out at him.
It became a bit of a routine. Yuuta would wake Inumaki up, the two of them would trudge to Satoru's class together, they would then acclimate to whatever position ended up feeling the most comfortable (this often involving Yuuta slinging one arm over Inumaki's shoulder in an attempt to make both his arms useable while trying to accommodating another person in the limited space), and finally, Inumaki would fall back asleep 5 minutes later.
Inumaki had told Yuuta he was simultaneously the “worst alarm clock and best pillow”. That had made Yuuta laugh.
This entire process was a bit silly and didn’t really feel like a good long-term solution. Every time Yuuta tried to figure out an alternative he kept arriving at the same conclusion: What made the most sense would be just...spending the night together. They'd both be able to sleep a bit more and it would cut out the need for banging doors and missed phone calls.
They'd sort of done that once already, having ended up in a ball on Inumaki's futon the first night they'd gotten together. Neither had wanted the other to leave and just sort of made sense in the moment even if it hadn't been particularly comfortable. But even still... Yuuta had never actually slept in someone else's bed before.
He knew he should just ask. But he also knew Inumaki was a bit of a private person overall. And their relationship still felt new. It came off to him as sort of...invasive? presumptuous? rude? to just invite yourself into someone's private space like that. Even if they were someone you were dating.
Maybe Inukami’s patience ran out first. Or maybe he had just arrived at the same conclusion on his own. Either way, on one particularly late night, it was Inumaki who grabbed Yuuta’s wrist when he began to leave and gave the indication that he should just stay instead.
Inumaki tilted his head towards the bedroom and Yuuta felt an all too familiar anxiety rising up.
“I can crash here,” Yuuta floundered, motioning down at the futon. “If you'd prefer?”
Inumaki's mouth twitched and then pressed into a line. He dropped Yuuta's wrist and made a few quick signs with his hands, then pointed to the futon.
Yuuta wasn’t particularly good at reading hand motions yet, especially since Inumaki signed them so quickly but he did manage to pick up: stupid, sleep, and here.
“I--” He replied, comprehending the gist of it. “I know I slept here before but I didn’t… I didn’t want to rush anything.”
Inumaki’s eyes flattened, matching his mouth. His hands moved again as he began to sign something else before abruptly stopping. As if changing his train of thought, he leaned over the side of the futon and shuffled a few things around before grabbing a small notebook and scribbling something very quickly.
He turned the book around so Yuuta could see. It read in bold letters: i’ve already seen you naked how is this rushing anything???
“T-That was different,” Yuuta felt his face heat up remembering that yes, that was true, even if it had been more of a fortunate accident, “That was-- Ow !”
Yuuta’s rambling was cut off before it could even start as Inumaki swatted him lightly on the head with the notebook before tossing it back to the side. He then stood up, grabbed Yuuta’s wrist again, and tugged it forward a bit more forcefully this time.
Well, Yuuta supposed he couldn’t really misinterpret that.
Yuuta felt his heart speed up as Inumaki pushed the door to the bedroom open. He hadn't actually been in this room before, the two of them usually spent time in the living room where they had access to Inumaki’s television and computer. The room was small and really only contained a bed that was pushed up next to the window and a dresser which, based on the dirty and clean piles of laundry next to it, didn’t get much use.
“As long as you’re su--” Yuuta started to say before he felt himself being pushed forward. His shins hit the edge of the bed and he fell forward onto the mattress with a small Oof. Yuuta scrambled, quickly attempted to right himself, turning around just in time to see Inumaki climbing into the bed next to him and pulling his hoodie off.
Okay, maybe he was sure.
Inumaki's weight made the bed dip as he sat next to where Yuuta ended up sprawled. The streetlights bleeding in from the window caught across the Inumaki’s face, half-illuminating it. Yuuta felt his heart skip a beat.
Inumaki tilted his head curiously, almost like he wasn't sure what to do now that they were at this point...or maybe he was waiting for Yuuta to do something… was Yuuta supposed to be doing something…?
“Alright, well, if we're going to sleep you should lay down too.”
He reached out and pulled Inumaki forward, adjusting his position, wrapping his arms around his waist, and pulling him haphazardly flush against him.
“Is this what you wanted?”
Inumaki huffed a breath out of his nose and opened his mouth as if he was about to say something. Then, as if changing his train of thought, Inumaki stopped, and bent his head down, and kissed Yuuta instead.
It was a soft kiss, closed mouth, and a bit sleepy, meant more to be the punctuation at the end of a sentence than the start of a new one, but Yuuta could understand what he was trying to say.
“Yeah,” Yuuta said, bumping their noses together when Inumaki pulled back a few moments later, “Me too.”
The bed ended up being much more comfortable.
...For the most part.
Inumaki, it turned out, was an incredibly clingy sleeper in a way Yuuta had not expected of someone who seemed so averse to having people close to him. Yuuta often woke up first with one or more of his limbs locked in what felt like a death grip. He had no idea how this small boy seemingly increased three times in weight when he slept, but Inumaki became as heavy as a rock when he completely passed out.
Despite that, Yuuta found that Inumaki's sleeping face subverted his own morning grumpiness more than coffee ever could. It was calm and unbothered with none of the usual incisiveness he constantly exerted when he was awake. He even drooled a little sometimes. It was very cute.
Yuuta would often take a few moments to just take in the sight before doing his best to wake Inumaki up and start their usual routine.
“I suppose it is a little on the cramped side,” Satoru said, tilting his head, really looking at the desk set up for probably the first time ever. “Honestly they should replace this entire wing of the school but ah, poor funding and whatever. Guess it’s a good thing you two don't seem to mind.”
“Turns out we’re pretty good partners.”
“He really just hits the snooze button hard, huh?” Satoru raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the sleeping boy in Yuuta’s arms, before adding, “Am I really that boring?”
“I take notes for the both of us, it’s fine,” Yuuta responded, before adding back, “And yes, you are.”
Satoru clicked his tongue before crossing his arms, face shifting into an exaggerated pout.
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From: Inumaki
> 4:10 pm: Are you still coming over today?
To: Inumaki
> 4:11 pm: Last time I checked
> 4:11 pm: It was a day that ended in “Y”
> 4:11 pm: So probably
> 4:12 pm: Nice
> 4:12 pm: We’re finally getting to the really good part
> 4:12 pm: I want to see what you think of the end
> 4:12 pm: I think you’ll like the twist
> 4:12 pm: Oh right
> 4:13 pm: The cartoon
> 4:13 pm: ‘Cartoon’
> 4:13 pm: Yuuta
> 4:13 pm: Please
> 4:14 pm: Hahaha
> 4:14 pm: I’m looking forward to it
> 4:14 pm: I’ll get us something for dinner
> 4:14 pm: So just head over when you’re free
> 4:15 pm: Thanks
> 4:15 pm: Just need to finish up a few things
> 4:15 pm: Oh!
> 4:15 pm: If we're getting to the end of this show
> 4:15 pm: Can I pick the next thing we watch?
> 4:16 pm: Hmmmmmmmm
> 4:16 pm: As long as it’s not a documentary or something boring
> 4:16 pm: It’s not a documentary
> 4:17 pm: It’s foreign
> 4:17 pm: A drama story
> 4:17 pm: Sort of a romance
> 4:17 pm: But I don’t think it’s boring
> 4:17 pm: You mean I’d have to read subtitles?
> 4:17 pm: We can leave them off if you'd like
> 4:18 pm: I'm not you
> 4:18 pm: I can't just understand things people say
> 4:18 pm: In any language
> 4:18 pm: Like I didn't believe you 100% at first
> 4:18 pm: But you're really are
> 4:18 pm: Some weird copycat
> 4:19 pm: Thank you
> 4:19 pm: I think
> 4:19 pm: Also
> 4:19 pm: You know your cartoon has subtitles right?
> 4:20 pm: Well
> 4:20 pm: Well?
> 4:20 pm: Well
> 4:21 pm: You can just admit I’m right
> 4:21 pm: I will simply admit that I cannot say you are wrong
> 4:21 pm: Close enough
> 4:21 pm: I'll take it
> 4:21 pm: And it's interesting
>4:21 pm: I promise
> 4:22 pm: Okay
> 4:22 pm: Fine
> 4:22 pm: I’m holding you to that
> 4:22 pm: I guess we can watch
> 4:22 pm: Whatever your show is
> 4:23 pm: :)
> 4:23 pm: And I'll try to pay attention
> 4:23 pm: Even if it ends up being boring
> 4:24 pm: Wow
> 4:24 pm: So kind
> 4:25 pm: What did I do to deserve that?
> 4:25 pm: You’re just lucky I like you
> 4:25 pm: That's true
> 4:25 pm: I am
> 4:26 pm: No
> 4:26 pm: You
> 4:26 pm: You’re supposed to
> 4:27 pm: Supposed to what?
> 4:27 pm: You're not supposed
> 4:27 pm: To agree
> 4:27 pm: Just like that
> 4:28 pm: Why not?
> 4:29 pm: It's embarrassing
> 4:29 pm: For you
> 4:29 pm: I don't feel embarrassed
> 4:29 pm: Nvm
> 4:30 pm: Wait
> 4:30 pm: Are YOU embarrassed?
> 4:30 pm: That I like that you like me?
> 4:30 pm: Nvm
> 4:30 pm: Cute
> 4:30 pm: NVM
> 4:30 pm: Just come over
> 4:30 pm: So we can finish my show
> 4:30 pm: And start watching yours
> 4:31 pm: Hahaha
> 4:31 pm: Yeah
> 4:31 pm: I'll see you soon
> 4:34 pm: ♥
> 4:39 pm: ♥