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〝 You're sooo funny, Nanami~ Y'know what I think? /I/ think you need to release all the toxins from your body to keep your face from permanently shaping into a nasty frown. 〞

He attempts to poke at his face for good measure.
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〝 Oh? Is that a talking shark I see? 〞
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Suspicious eye squint. . . hidden under his blindfold. It's short-lived since it's hard to believe Toge would spread rumors about him of all people.

He's one of the most well-behaved students under his wing⭑.ᐟ

"Alright. Do you at least have an idea who could it be?"

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📲: i know just the thing
📲: a big tub of ice cream!!
📲: _(:3 」∠)

📲: heyyy (*^ーﾟ) we can swing by at lunch break if it's urgent

better if it can wait after shift so we have longer time to hang out 〜

a black and white drawing of a person with a mask on their face ALT: a black and white drawing of a person with a mask on their face

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⠀⠀𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑼𝑴𝑰 𝑭𝑼𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑶

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// You're the famous one, bb. I'm just getting dragged along :P 🤭

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"Was it you Toge?"

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"But I didn't say anything yet?!"

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@overtime.bsky.social

"Na-na-miー♪"

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"Maybe somewhere far and secret where I can have you all for myself."

Satoru nearly drops a plate when he feels Suguru breathing at his nape. Pleasant shivers skate down his spine. He presses up against him some more, turning a little greedy now.

"Suguru" His face might be blocked from view but the flush creeping on his neck says everything Suguru has to know.

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that kid's not the type who'd steal, let alone use scented paper.

Yuuji, then? It's hard to tell.

"This familiar to you?" He waves the note at her.

"Now, now. Calm yourself and let sensei investigate this case."

Satoru scans the crime area. There's a note attached to the fridge door with a message *I'm sorry*. He inspects the paper in his hand and takes a good whiff. Scented paper.

"This handwriting." It could be Megumi, he thinks. But

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"Who's spreading lies about me not taking a shower?!"

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He rolls the magazine in his fist and waves it like a baton at him. "Hey! I'll never sell anything illegal. What would Iru say if he sees his papa getting involved in criminal activities?"

Satoru huddles against his side, lowering his head in attempt to take a sip on his can.

// about to confront the husband why he's 18338 nanoseconds late to reply !!

it that way. But still, "Do you think it's weird if we don't fight? We get along with almost everything."

"Not really." There's this viral video about relationships listing everything that makes up a healthy marriage and he can't help but compare.

One of the things on the list is fighting. They rarely fight, save from the unserious bickerings. "It's perfect. Way too perfect." And he prefers

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He nods, sympathetic. "That seems to be the most logical assumption."

Walking in circles around Nobara, he adjusts his imaginary hat while pondering over the situation, an imaginary pipe between graceful fingers.

"Someone stole your macarons and the culprit is among your dormmates!"

"Are you asking me out?" he says lightly, nosing Suguru's pillowy cheek while putting a cleaned plate on the drying rack.

"I'm gonna have to think about itー♪"

He leans his weight back a little on him while tending to his cushy chore. The sink will be forever free from dirty plates if Suguru will always provide that extra service for him.

"Really?" His shoulders shake with amused laughter.

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while closing the fridge door. "You sure you didn't eat it for your late night snack?"

"That's a problem," he drawls as he checks the said fridge in case those little treats played hide-and-seek with their peppy consumer.

Nope. Just some frozen pre-made meals in sight. The lone pizza at the corner has already accepted its fate to be buried in ice.

He looks down at his student

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"You'd see me more in them if I change my career path."

He lifts his attention from the charcoal-grey suit he's eyeing to glance at Suguru, grinning. "D'you think I'd make a great salesman?"

Gasping dramatically, he reciprocates her serious face and nods in acknowledgement, even though there's a high chance that the *something drastic* is not drastic. It's Nobara.

He enters the room with his hair brushing the top part of the doorway.

"Tell me all the details."