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Sandwiched between Daichi and Suzume, Mamura smirked in amusement. The three of them had spent the entire morning building a pillow fort between watching Mulan and Hercules, singing the entire time. Three hours later, his two favourite idiots were still going strong. Mamura and Suzume had originally intended to go for a picnic, but the weather took a turn of the worst—the rain sounded loud even from the heart of their fort. Rather than canceling their date, he invited her over for breakfast. (His family hadn’t seen her in a while and Daichi missed her horribly so the arrangement worked out well.) They had just started The Lion K

Amber eyes peered cautiously over a thick math volume, observing the girl sitting across the library table. Suzume had taken her hair out of their usual braids at the start of their study session and had piled them on top of her head in a messy bun. Several chestnut locks had escaped her elastic to frame her face and obscure her vision—mostly the latter—and it took Mamura every ounce of his self-control to keep himself from reaching over and tucking them behind her ear. Knowing that doing so would cause her to react in her obnoxious(adorable) way, he settled instead for watching as she scribbled out fractions, the graphite of her

Mamura scowled irritably at the movie screen, fists clenched on the armrest of the chair as he tried and failed horribly to ignore the weight of Suzume's hand on his arm. He could feel the blush crawling up his neck, the warmth settling in rosy hues on his cheeks. Suzume's fingers traced patterns idly on his arm, trailing from the bend of his elbow to the exposed skin of his wrist. Her hand hovered there, and Suzume, oblivious to the blond's ire, leaned forwards to take a sip of their shared coke. Her hair, let down in loose waves, brushed lightly against his Mamura's arm and the clean scent of apples filled his senses. He drew closer to he