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It was a hot May day in the common dorm room, and Shinsou was unsuccessfully trying to focus on his homework. His comrades were noisy, understandably excited about their next assignment : the Big Internship, the one taking place at the end of their third year at UA, the summer job that would indubitably decide the start of their career.
These two and a half years flew by, between the regular classes, the homework, the work out sessions and the complementary lessons of Aizawa. He somehow managed to fit in a bit of social life in the mix - and against all odds, enjoyed himself - which was the only reason why he was tolerating the noise of his dorm mates.
A voice started ringing clearer, louder than others, with an unmistakable condescending tone. Monoma Neito had entered the living room, and all hope of focus was gone. The blonde had a talent to suck up the attention towards him, whether you liked it or not. Shinsou had never minded his hostile manners - sharing some of them - nor his theatrical ones - he simply didn't care enough.
He also had to admit that most of what he could call social life, he owed him to Monoma dragging him around. Some would probably call them friends, he guessed, not that he had many of them to compare. However, today, with the rising heat, last night's insomnia, the neverending pile of homework and the imminent internship anxiety, he couldn't help being frustrated a little at the loud interruption.
- "SHINSOU-KUN! I have great news!"
Monoma was perched over his table, ignoring all concepts of personal space or belongings, his slender hands supporting himself strongly on top of his class notes. Shinsou lifted a lazy gaze up to him, deliberately not answering, knowing all too well he was about to hear all about it regardless.
- "You know the White Heron team? Hah, of course you do! The number one rescue team of Japan! "
He, in fact, did know all about them. Thirteen had made their great debut - and most famous feats - in their ranks. Their eponymous leader White Heron was about to retire, and be replaced by a rising star heroine, Hazmat, who had been spectacularly efficient with dealing with radioactive threats over the world with her toxicity-absorption quirk.
- "What about them ?" Shinsou answered in an indifferent tone, indulging Monoma while guessing he had been selected for an internship among their team.
- "I have been selected for an internship with their team!...And so did you!" He added, triumphantly slamming a contract-like paper on top of his homework.
- "What the?! How??"
- "You're welcome! I've submitted your application at the same time as mine!"
- "Why the hell would you do that?!"
Monoma raised a politely surprised eyebrow.
- "Why wouldn't I ? As I said, it's the best rescue team in Japan. Besides, isn't that what you wanted? We talked about it during summer camp, remember?"
- "Summer camp as in last year's? "
Shinsou didn't know if he should be flattered or creeped out by him having such a fantastic memory.
Last year's summer camp felt like ages ago to him, in another life without the dreadful deadline of exams and the impending end of highschool life. They had enjoyed a carefree respite there, feeling like all-knowing mentors around freshmen, and blissfully ignorant of the third years’ burdens.
The harrowing quirk-strengthening exercises probably were the defining moment where their friendship stopped being only just in Monoma's whimsical head and became an actual thing. Not only their training had helped Shinsou gain a whole new understanding of his quirk by being subjected to it, but the tactics the thief had used to divert his attention and copy his powers without him noticing were very impressive. He had realized that Monoma wasn't all talk and was actually putting a huge effort into honing his talents - whether quirk-based or strategical ones.
During the precious moments of rest the teachers had allowed them - meaning, chores - they had the time to have deeper conversations than at school. Shinsou remembered an evening by the riverside, scrubbing the cooking pots, where they'd share their views on...almost everything, really. He already knew Monoma had gone through the same stigma regarding his quirk as him, but hearing someone else voice out views you had kept silent for years, so casually - without the usual over the top theatrical manners - had brought another level of newfound respect for his schoolmate.
They'd agreed that hero life wasn't just battling villains and protecting innocents. There was the more pragmatic side of it, the branding, the marketing. It required that no matter how much good you'd do, it wasn't worth jack shit in the public eye if you weren't seen doing it. They had discussed ways of showing their quirks in the most flattering view possible, elaborated plans and fantasized ideal scenarios where their wildest dreams of recognition would come true. But that had just been idle chit chat, hadn't it?
According to Monoma's pose at the present moment, arms crossed and a pout appearing on his lips, it hadn't been. Shinsou tried a conciliatory effort :
- “Look, that's great for you, I'm really glad you got in”, he said truthfully, “but I actually agreed to another contract, with the NorthStar Agency”.
It apparently made things worse. Monoma's eyes widened like restaurant plates.
- NorthStar Agency ? Undercover work?! Shinsou that's, that's the worst possible case scenario for you! The public is already weary of everything they think is a vigilante! You won't...
Shinsou interrupted him by raising a hand.
- "I know all that! I've thought about it! And I changed my mind since last year", he added, thinking he should somehow justify himself to his friend, although the rising anger in his throat also whispered him he didn't have to explain shit, "I've discussed it for a while with Aizawa before he recommended me there"
- "Oooh I see", Monoma replied with his most condescending tone (and he had a lot of them) "Everything Aizawa says is Holy Word, isn't it? Well I guess if he decided for you, that's all settled then!"
A bubble of rage burst in Shinsou's chest, and he had the urge to grab the blonde by his tie and yell at him that if they had met in the first place it was all thanks to Aizawa, you absolute dumbass, but he kept his lips tight.
In a heroic effort, he kept on explaining his reasons, his tone more acid than he wanted it to be :
- "I have to do the most good I can with the tools I have, and it doesn't matter if the public sees me doing it or not, as long as I know I'm doing the right thing"
Ironically, this view had dawned on him thanks to the people who had supported him here at UA, the few who saw his true worth from the start - Midoriya, Aizawa, and yes even Monoma - so why was he acting like such a dick about it right now?
In a dramatic gesture, Monoma grabbed the contract back from the desk and folded it under his arms.
- "Fine! Go waste your talents underground! Nevermind that I got you the best way to showcase them!"
Shinsou got up, sending some of his notes flying, pissed off for good :
- "So publicity is all that matters now? You didn't pick a rescue agency to actually help people? Just as a stepladder to be seen doing it? You know, this kind of "number one hero at all cost" cheap tactic, that's not not something I expected from you...that's more something that Bakugou would do" he dropped with a cruel smile on his teeth.
There was a long audible "gasp" in the audience of classmates around them, who had fallen silent since the beginning of the conversation. Monoma's face was pale and stern like an ancient greek statue. The paper crumpled in his hand. In a flickering instant, Shinsou figured he should take everything back right away, but the anger muzzled him.
- "Go to hell", Monoma finally hissed, and he walked away.
Shinsou sat back slowly. The room was now deadly silent, but the atmosphere was so thick it wouldn't be any help for his homework. He resisted the impulse of table-flipping everything and just resigned to tidy all up and go empty his head with a jog.
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It had been two weeks now that Monoma wasn’t talking to him anymore, but was making the most visible and ridiculous efforts to show he wasn’t. Once at lunch he even walked out of the cafeteria with his platter - and got brought back inside by the staff for stealing cutlery. At times, Shinsou was drawing an odd satisfaction of seeing the blonde pissed off, but it never lasted.
He mostly stayed in a state of wounded pride, hurt but benevolent enough to figure that if Monoma wanted to be friends again, he’d just need to apologize - or even just pretend nothing had happened - and he’d be glad to. He could have made a reconciliating move, but the childishness of Monoma’s attitude was unnerving enough to discourage him from it. Besides, schoolwork and preparing his future worklife kept him distracted enough of the whole thing that he just let it slide.
Some of their schoolmates had made an effort of brokering peace between them, but it just made it worse. Shinsou had been touched by Kendou’s kindness when she came to see him after classes. He reluctantly agreed to attend a truce meeting, but when Monoma had realized it was “all a set up” and “not a genuine apology”, he stormed off like the big dramatic idiot he was. Whatever. If that moron didn’t realize the year would end soon and that they probably wouldn’t even see each other again after that, that was his problem.
One Friday afternoon, Shinsou was coming back from the city, exhausted. He had taken the trip to have his first in person interview with the NorthStar agency. He had been on calls and exchanging emails with them, and the terms had already been agreed on so it wasn’t like there was high stakes to the meeting, but the apprehension of making a good impression had kept him awake the night before. The tension dropped as soon as he had met his future boss, “2D”, since he was possibly the most average-looking and non-impressive man ever, and he instantly guessed that the ability of blending in a crowd of salary men was probably the best perk for investigation jobs. That and, of course, the power of removing a dimension from his body and discreetly sticking to walls and grounds.
Rewinding the meeting in his mind and trying to recall all that was left on his to-do list, Shinsou entered the common room of his dorms. There was a small crowd of 3rd years gathered, both from classes A and B. They all greeted him warmly - except Monoma, of course. But these days, the fact that he simply kept his gaze on his magazine instead of making a scene and bolting out the room could be considered an improvement. Since Shinsou was in a good - or defiant - mood, he decided to join them on the couch.
- “How did the interview go?” kindly asked Yaoyozoru.
- “Fine, fine, it was just reviewing all the boring details : where I’d be lodged, allowance and all that.“
- “Are you gonna be their only intern?” Tsunotori chimed.
- “Ah, no, there’s a girl from Shiketsu. Glamour quirk. “
Sero jumped on his seat.
- “Whoa, the blondie? Holy crap, with her illusions and your quirk you two are gonna be unstoppable! “
- “Yeah, well that’s if they can get along”, taunted Tsuburaba.
After a few more comments, the conversation drifted on lighter topics. Of course, Monoma didn’t join them. It seemed to Shinsou he might have wanted to, at some point, but it probably was his imagination. A little later on, Awase reminded his classmate of a group project, so he put down his magazine and got up to leave. They waved a polite goodbye to the assembly, and Shinsou felt included in the common greeting, but again, it was probably wishful thinking.
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Shinsou allowed himself to breathe that week-end, almost rid of all his workload and procrastinating on what was left of it. He caught up on much needed work out sessions and his favourite series episode releases, but by Sunday evening the insomnia hit hard. He tried all the usual tactics - ear plugs, breathing exercises, reading until his eyes itched - but nothing worked. He turned to his last resort : late night snacking, hoping digestion would trigger the doze. Familiar with the way to the kitchen, and emulating his favorite animal, Shinsou didn’t turn any lights. Once there, the refrigerator and the faint moonlight coming through the window was bright enough for him to prepare a bowl of cereal in peace.
Focused on his task, he didn’t hear the footsteps coming closer, or the click of the switch. When he saw the bright light turning on and heard the high pitched scream, he turned back in a combat reflex, spilling all the contents of the cereal box on the counter.
- “JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY! What the hell are you DOING here all alone in the dark? WHO in their right mind WOULD DO THAT?”
Monoma.
Monoma had talked to him.
The contrite look flashing on the blonde boy’s face made it clear he just thought the exact same thing.
It didn’t matter. And it didn’t matter that what he had just said was a reproach.
Up until now, he had known, but not quite exactly how much, that he had missed it. In this split second, years of bullying and ghosting, classmates and teachers alike afraid of answering him, flooded back to his throat. At the same time, a wave of relief and hope of getting his friend back shook him to the bone. But the confusion and clash of feelings strangled him. Even though he had wanted to answer, apologize for both startling him and for being a stubborn dick for two weeks, he was too afraid of opening his mouth and letting out sobs instead of words. So he simply bowed his head and turned to the counter to clean the mess he had made.
Monoma stood silent for a while. Then he slowly approached the sink, and turned it on to fill his water bottle - what he came here to do in the first place. As Shinsou finished putting everything he knocked over back in place, he grabbed the kettle next to the sink, and looked his friend dead in the eyes.
- “You want some tea ?”
A direct question.
They both knew all too well what it entailed. Refusing to answer would be admitting fear, weakness and distrust. The ultimate slap in the face. Monoma took a proud, deep breath, and held his gaze for what seemed forever.
- “Sure, why not.”
Then followed the most awkward water boiling moment in History. Monoma had sat down at the kitchen table and Shinsou just leaned against the counter. None of them said a word until the fateful “clack” of the kettle button. Shinsou prepared and poured the cups, sat down, and there was another long silence after Monoma thanked him when he was handed his.
Despite the hints of good will, Shinsou knew his friend too well to know his pride would not allow him to take the first step. And he was too tired of all this to let his own ego get in the way. He resolved to just get on with it. Not without a reluctant sigh, though.
- “Sorry I said what I said the other day.”
Monoma rose up in his seat, his gaze flaring up, the typical look of defiance he had when challenging Class A. But the flame was put out almost instantly. The triumph must’ve been bitter, a battle won at a cost way too high.
- “Apology accepted”, he answered blandly, but still with a hint of misplaced dignity that reminded Shinsou why he had been angry before.
He chose to put this ugly feeling aside, though, and simply sipped on his tea. Monoma spoke again:
- “I probably...should’ve explained better the efforts I had made to get you this position on the team with me.”
- “Yeah, warning me you did that in the first place, too, would’ve been a good start. “
Monoma clenched his jaw and chose to ignore the irony in his retort.
- “I had figured that...ugh, never mind. I was wrong.”
Shinsou smiled at the delightful sound of these three words in Monoma’s mouth.
They spent some time making small talk, catching up on their two weeks of lost time. It felt weird and superficial, but it was a necessary step back into normalcy. Since Monoma had been there during the conversation about his own internship, Shinsou didn’t dwell on that and asked the blonde about his own. He sounded proud and excited at first, and praised his future teammates, but his voice sank when he talked about how far away he was going to have to move.
Even under the crude kitchen light, Shinsou saw him blush a little.
- “That’s why I wanted, er, thought that if you, if we’d been together in the team…” he suddenly made a sweeping motion with his hands, before crossing his arms in a dignified manner “Ah! Nevermind! What’s done is done. It’s just, I guess it’s sad we won’t see each other as much, that’s all.”
And who’s the dumbass who avoided me for two weeks and wasted the precious time we had left, thought Shinsou very hard. Instead he tried to say reassuringly:
- “Well it’s not like we won’t keep in touch.”
Monoma chuckled in a very irritating manner.
- “Don’t. Of course we won’t. Or at least not regularly” he added to counter Shinsou’s shocked look “Heroes have trouble prioritizing their own family over their job, every relative becomes a villain’s target. Apart from your coworkers, you don’t take this job for its social perks”
Despite his blunt phrasing, his friend had a point. And it was also something he recalled discussing with him - and agreeing with - at some point. So he kept silent. A sting of regret made him suddenly want to join the Herons after all. If only Monoma had talked to him before about applying...but no, he had his own path to walk. Before he could find words to refute Monoma’s grim resignation, the blonde started again, leaning back on his chair and crossing his hands behind his head.
- “Trust me...At this rate, if you’re not on the team with me, the only way to keep seeing each other again is if we start dating.”
Shinsou jerked his head back up and blinked his sleep-deprived eyes. Monoma was wearing one of his smuggiest grins but his eyes were carefully avoiding his scrutiny. While he spectacularly kept this composure, slightly rocking on his chair back and forth, Shinsou regained his :
- “Is that blackmail…?”
Monoma finally looked back at him, a flash of mischief in his blue irises.
- “Maybe ?”
Shinsou couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Once his breath came back to him, he answered in the same casual tone as if he had been offered more tea :
- “Sure, why not.”
Monoma untangled himself forward and violently slammed back his chair’s feet on the ground.
- “For real?”
- “You for real?”
- “Well, yes? “
- “Then yeah.”
It was Monoma’s turn to break into a nervous fit of laughter that contagiously reached his new boyfriend for a solid five minutes.
- “Well that was lame”, he ended up saying, drying tears in the corner of his eyes.
- “Just terrible”, Shinsou concurred.
He waited for Monoma to stop rubbing his face, and grabbed his hand right before it reached down the table. There was a defensive reflex in his fingers that made it seem like he was about to back off, but the moment after he felt him relax.
When both of them stopped being stupidly embarrassed and managed to look at each other, and Shinsou saw Monoma’s genuine smile between his flushed cheeks, it was like receiving answers to questions he never asked. Like the clouds had finally given way to the sun on a rainy day.
- “I think I could go for a refill of tea”, Monoma ended up saying.
- “Oh wow, subtle way of ordering me around”.
- “Please ?“
He could have used his Brainwash quirk against him that it wouldn’t have been more effective than this devastatingly charming smile.
- “Fine”, Shinsou replied with an exaggerated sigh, but not truly able to hide his own smile behind it, before he got up and fetched the kettle.
They stayed around for a while, now naturally talking as they used to, up until the security guard caught them breaking curfew. They accepted their fate of future detention, and obediently walked back to their rooms, exchanging complicit and unrepenting looks.
Shinsou’s phone vibrated as soon as he crossed the threshold. It was, of course, a text from Monoma, a “good night” followed by way too many smiley faces and hearts. His heart boomed in his chest as he answered and initiated a new back and forth that ensured he wouldn’t be sleeping for yet another hour.
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Their comrades weren’t even that surprised to see them jump from “not on talking terms” to “always stuck to each other” (Setsuna simply asked Bondo if he had used his quirk on them). They were just relieved to not have to deal with taking sides or the awkward tensions in the air anymore. The theories on the detention’s reasons were wild though, and just to hear them come up with crazy stories - and to keep a tiny bit of privacy - they didn’t provide any details and had let their imagination run free. The weirdest moment for Shinsou was Aizawa’s deadpan remark of him having “just as bad taste in men as he did” but it was so out of place and muttered that in the end he wasn’t sure if he truly heard it correctly or not.
They tried to enjoy every fleeting moment they could steal, so fully absorbed by the other when they managed to be alone together that it was like the rest of the world suddenly disappeared. Still reality caught them back, and dragged them to more pragmatic matters. Shinsou helped his boyfriend choose and get his future apartment, even though Monoma categorically refused to let him make the trip to help him move.
It was only a two hours train ride, but the true separation came when both their jobs started. As prophesied by Monoma, hero work wasn’t allowing any spare second to spend with loved ones. Shinsou’s work, especially, with night hours and endless target surveillance, was draining him to the bone. He was very successful though, and Sero had been right to point out the formidable emulsion between his and Camie’s quirk. They also actually managed to get along quite well, Shinsou being naturally immune (and apparently drawn by fate) to eccentric personalities. He still managed to call or message Monoma as soon as he’d get a free minute, before collapsing on his bed.
The hardest challenge (after the drama of that week end that Shinsou had managed to obtain, that unfortunately fell on the same day as Monoma’s mom birthday and there was no prioritizing his boyfriend over his mother so they had to spend it all together) ; had been a three months infiltration mission, with no contact allowed.
When he had announced it to Monoma - at the time he had no idea how long it would last - he thought that he was about to be dumped here and there in the café. But his boyfriend had put up a brave face, told him with a knotted voice that he was proud of him, and that of course he’d be eagerly waiting for him.
At that moment, if he had asked Shinsou to quit his job on the spot he might’ve done it.
They both had been worried sick. During the long nights in a dirty warehouse, surrounded by untrustworthy people, it had definitely made Shinsou reconsider his life choices.
The shining beacon of light of that harsh period, was stumbling upon a tabloid magazine where there was an article about “the rising star of the White Heron team”, and a very flattering picture of his boyfriend with a white version of his hero costume. He made sure nobody was looking at him, ripped the page and kept it hidden in his inner jacket pockets as a lucky charm. His perseverance would soon be rewarded when his team and the police made the biggest catch of the year, dealing a huge blow to organized crime. The wave of pride he felt made the exhaustion, the wounds and the hardships all worth it.
That, and the fact Monoma jumped into the first train as soon as he called him to tell him it was over. When he stormed into his room, wearing the same white costume as he had so often dreamed him in, Shinsou had uncontrollably started crying in his arms.
Despite how harrowing the whole ordeal had been, they were still both confident that their career paths were on the right tracks. Monoma’s true strength was teamwork, and while the popularity in the press was a nice bonus, the true reward was being so efficient at what he did best. They both bravely went back to their duties, trying to be content with the days and hours together they could grasp here and there.
Finally, around their first year anniversary of dating, they obtained it : a whole-ass week of vacation together. No parental obligation, no natural disaster, no national-scale villain attack would get in their way this time. Right after he finished his night shift, Shinsou grabbed his hastily-made backpack and boarded the 4:30AM train, catching as much sleep as he could on it. He told Monoma the day before that he didn’t have to pick him up, but of course there he was at the station, looking fresh, neatly dressed and beautiful despite the ungodly early hour.
After hugging him as if his life depended on it, and for as long as the public space decency allowed them to, Monoma dragged him into a nearby café for breakfast. He claimed there wasn’t any food at home since he didn’t have time to go shopping and Shinsou resisted the urge of asking if it was because he spent too much time grooming himself.
Instead, once they were seated with the strongest black coffee, Shinsou took out from his bag “Something interesting he picked up on the road”
- “Ohh!”, Monoma exclaimed “The latest Heroes Today issue! Nice, they took my best angle!”
- “You don’t have any bad angles.”
- “True, true”, he smiled smugly, blushing a little.
- “The article is very laudatory, too.”
- “Well to be fair we didn’t do much. Hazmat cleared the oil spill mostly on her own. She doesn’t like me copying her quirk too often since we’re unsure of the consequences of toxic substances on my body. Also, we were assisted by Selkie’s crew, and they did a much better job since they’re more used to seafaring operations...So in all honesty all I did was standing there looking pretty”, he ended with a sigh.
- “You do that very well. Wait a minute, did you just praise the crew of a former Class A student ?”
- “Oh, shut up!”
They laughed as their pancakes arrived and they devoured them in a comfortable silence. They didn’t have much to catch up on since they kept in touch every day, but they were enjoying the other’s presence and stolen touches like a refreshing rainfall at the end of a summer day.
Monoma finally announced after finishing his meal :
- "So! It’s...Nothing definite yet, we’re still in talks at the moment, but...I got back in touch with Awase and we’re thinking of a...project."
Shinsou swallowed a gulp of coffee and put his cup down. A year of interrogation practice taught him the best way to get someone talking was to not answer at all, so he did just that. And it worked :
- "He got some people on board, like Bondo who’s currently in Cementos’ former agency, and they - well we - were thinking of creating our own. He said something like “Rebuild and Rescue” and he wants me directing the “rescue” operations, with the experience I gained here."
Shinsou was seeing exactly what he was getting at - moving back, closer to him. And although he could’ve jumped and danced on the table at the idea, he still wanted the decision to be carefully planned, and mostly, he didn’t want to drag Monoma down.
- "Are you sure ?...Leaving the Herons that, that would be…"
- "A wasted opportunity that I probably will never have again, yes, I know. But as great as the team is, as I said earlier, they’re just too damn efficient on their own already, they don’t really need me. I’m “a nice plus”, but I could be doing more."
Shinsou’s pointed the magazine with his chin.
- "You wouldn’t have your picture taken as often though, you sure you won’t break your fans hearts ?"
Monoma chuckled :
- "I’m sure they’ll get over it."
- "You say it’s not definite but you seem quite sure of yourself."
- "Well...Yeah actually, the only things left to decide are the administrative side of things. The loans, the location, all that, so, that wouldn’t be before a good six months or a year depending on complications. But in the meantime I will still be able to grab more experience here, so it won’t be in vain. "
- "So...You need investors or something like that? "
- "Ugh, that’s one of our diverging points", Monoma hissed while crossing his arms. "He wants to bring his girlfriend on board, says their quirks have good synergy and all that-"
- "Which is true. Especially in rebuild & rescue situations."
- "Well, yes, but I suspect also she might want to invest, since she’s loaded. And I don’t like the idea of mixing business and love affairs, imagine they break up and she takes back her parts ?"
- "Just say you don’t trust Class A’s former representative."
Monoma rolled his eyes, unable to counter.
- "If you want to even things out, Shinsou added, your boyfriend is also loaded. I still didn’t dare to touch the risk-bonus I got for the infiltration mission."
When he had logged in his bank account and saw the number of zeros, he had to call his boss to make sure it wasn’t a mistake.
- "That would make it worse! I don’t like the idea of depending on others. I mean, outside of battle situations. "
- "I know, I know. "
Shinsou slowly leaned forward and got him to unwrap his arms. He gently grabbed one of his hands with both of his, and caressed the slender fingers he loved so much.
- "Well if you’re sure of yourself I think it’s great, but don’t do it just because of me, okay?"
- "Of course not", he smiled, "I will wait a few more infiltration missions before you’re rich enough to become a stay-at-home husband."
- "Wait up, you’re the famous one here, if there’s a potential gold-digger here it’s me. "
They laughed for a while before Shinsou asked :
- "Have you thought about bringing Shishida on the team ?"
The blonde raised an eyebrow and took a sip of coffee:
- "Why? I mean he’s great, but he’s not exactly suited for rebuild and rescue."
- "So you could use him as a mascot and call the company “Build-a-Bear”"
Monoma snorted in his cup so hard he had to cough and catch his breath. He flicked his forehead and called him the biggest idiot.
- “Your idiot”, he replied with a smile, and that made Monoma blush and shut up. He shifted one of his hands towards the magazine and turned it back over to his side “I’m gonna miss that costume”
- "Well...It’s not like they can fit someone else in it so...I’m pretty sure they’ll let me keep it. I’ll wear it just for you."
It was Shinsou’s turn to blush and reply with a crooked smile :
"Nice."