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    It was just the same thing that always happened: a name and a number, scrawled too hopefully in pink near the base of the cup.

    “Risa :)”

    He almost rolled his eyes.

    But then he saw it. The faint smudge of a single black line slashed through the number. Clean. Sharp. And below it, written in a darker, slanted hand:

    “not your type.”
    – hitoshi

    xxx-xxx-xxxx

    Shouto stared at the writing, blinking once. Either this was the most absurdly confident thing Shouto had ever witnessed, or some kind of joke. And somehow that made it worse. Or better. Or something Shouto didn’t have the language for.

    He hadn’t texted for two days. The cup had been sitting on his shelf since Thursday. Now it was close to midnight. The room was dim and warm. His book lay open beside him, untouched.

    He caved.

     

    Or: Shinsou knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to take it. Shouto keeps people at a distance.

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    03 Sep 2025