"my own girlfriend... insulting my beautiful face..."

he spends the next hour sighing dramatically whenever you walk past him.

"don't worry. i'll simply become a mysterious man whose beauty can only be appreciated by strangers."

the moment you laugh, he immediately grins.

"aha! so you still think i'm funny."

"...i never said that."

"close enough."

later that night, he quietly asks while resting his head on your lap,

"...you were joking... right?"

꒰ chuuya nakahara ꒱

"...the hell did you just say?"

he genuinely thinks he misheard you.

when you repeat it with a completely straight face, he narrows his eyes.

"...you're lucky i love you."

he walks over to the nearest mirror, fixes his hair, adjusts his coat, and looks back at you.

"be honest."

"..."

"am i?"

he tries acting confident, but the tiny crease between his brows gives him away.

once you finally tell him you were kidding, he flicks your forehead.

"don't scare me like that again."

꒰ ranpo edogawa ꒱

"...lying."

he doesn't even look up from his snacks.

"you're trying to tease me."

"...what if i'm serious?"

"you're smiling."

"..."

"your heartbeat didn't change."

he casually pops another piece of candy into his mouth.

"nice try."

he still ends up asking later,

"...you still think i'm cute though, right?"

꒰ ryunosuke akutagawa ꒱

he goes completely silent.

"...i see."

his expression barely changes, but something in his eyes dims.

he simply nods and quietly excuses himself.

the guilt hits you almost instantly.

when you find him later, he's standing alone, staring out the window.

"...i apologize if my appearance disappoints you."

your heart absolutely shatters.

he looks genuinely confused when you immediately hug him.

꒰ doppo kunikida ꒱

"...what?"

he blinks over the top of his notebook.

"did i hear you correctly?"

when you nod, he instinctively starts adjusting his tie.

"is my appearance untidy?"

"is my hair messy?"

"do i look exhausted?"

he immediately starts trying to figure out what changed.

when you finally admit you were joking, he lets out the biggest sigh.

"...please don't conduct unnecessary relationship experiments."

꒰ atsushi nakajima ꒱

"...oh."

his smile immediately disappears.

he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.

"...that's okay."

"...looks aren't everything."

he says it so softly that you immediately regret teasing him.

he genuinely believes you.

when you start apologizing, he's more worried about comforting you.

"it's okay..."

"...really."

꒰ fukuzawa yukichi ꒱

he simply looks at you.

"...is that so."

his voice remains calm, but there's the faintest hint of disappointment.

he doesn't argue.

he doesn't defend himself.

he just accepts your opinion.

"...thank you for being honest."

which somehow makes you feel ten times worse.

you immediately grab his sleeve.

"wait- i was kidding."

he looks at you for a long moment before the tiniest smile appears.

"...i thought so."

꒰ fyodor dostoevsky ꒱

"...interesting."

he tilts his head.

"what changed?"

he isn't offended.

he's curious.

he starts asking questions like he's conducting research.

"when exactly did i stop being handsome?"

"was there a defining moment?"

"what qualities determine attractiveness?"

five minutes later you're somehow debating philosophy instead of teasing him.

he wins.

somehow.

꒰ nikolai gogol ꒱

"...WHAT?"

he gasps dramatically.

falls to his knees.

throws both hands toward the ceiling.

"THE TRAGEDY!"

"THE BETRAYAL!"

he spends the next five minutes asking random strangers.

"excuse me! am i handsome?"

you can't stop laughing.

he finally grins.

"mission accomplished."

꒰ sigma ꒱

"...did i... do something wrong?"

he immediately assumes it's his fault.

he quietly fixes his hair.

straightens his clothes.

"...i can change."

"...if there's something you don't like."

he looks so genuinely worried that you immediately cup his face.

he almost melts the second you tell him he's still the most handsome man you've ever seen.

꒰ saigiku jouno ꒱

"..."

he smiles.

which somehow feels dangerous.

"you hesitated before speaking."

"..."

"your heartbeat increased."

"..."

"you're lying."

he chuckles.

"you nearly had me."

then he leans closer.

"...say it again."

"...you're not handsome."

"incorrect."

꒰ tetcho suehiro ꒱

"...understood."

he accepts it with complete seriousness.

"...thank you for informing me."

"..."

"...should i change my hairstyle?"

"...or perhaps my diet."

he actually starts making a mental list.

you have to physically stop him before he asks strangers for appearance advice.

꒰ junichiro tanizaki ꒱

"...really?"

his ears immediately turn pink.

he awkwardly smiles.

"...i guess... i can't really argue."

he becomes noticeably quieter for the rest of the day.

when you apologize, he laughs softly.

"...i know you didn't mean it."

"...but maybe don't joke like that again."

꒰ michizo tachihara ꒱

"...excuse me?"

he laughs because there's no way you mean it.

"...good one."

"..."

"...wait."

"...you're serious?"

he immediately pulls out his phone and opens the front camera.

"nah."

"...nah, i still got it."

he spends the next hour fishing for compliments without even realizing it.

"this jacket still looks good though..."

"...right?"

the second you call him handsome again, he tries so hard to hide the smug grin spreading across his face.

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by the time swim day actually arrives, he has:

baby sunscreen

two towels

emergency snacks

three spare outfits

waterproof toys

a tiny sunhat

and enough anxiety to power a small city

“it’s just a pool,” kunikida says when he sees the bag.

dazai looks at him blankly.

“he’s six months old, kunikida.”

“yes.”

“…he could drown.”

“not if you’re holding him.”

dazai narrows his eyes suspiciously like the pool personally offended him.

the swim class is full of exhausted parents and tiny babies wearing ridiculously small swimsuits.

tsukki is sitting against dazai’s chest in a dark blue swim outfit, blinking slowly at the loud room like he’s already evaluating everyone.

a woman nearby smiles.

“he’s adorable.”

dazai immediately looks proud. “thank you. i made him.”

tsukki drools on his shoulder.

when it’s finally time to get into the water, dazai hesitates at the edge of the pool.

“…it’s cold.”

the instructor smiles patiently. “he’ll adjust.”

“what if i don’t.”

tsukki stares at the water.

then at dazai.

then sneezes directly on him.

the instructor coughs to hide a laugh.

eventually, dazai carefully steps into the shallow end holding tsukki securely against his chest.

the second the water touches him, tsukki freezes.

completely still.

tiny hands gripping dazai’s swim shirt.

dazai immediately panics.

“he hates it.”

“give him a second,” the instructor says gently.

dazai looks down nervously. “tsukki? son? be honest with me.”

tsukki blinks once.

then slowly kicks the water.

splash.

he pauses.

kicks again.

bigger splash.

his eyes widen slightly.

dazai watches carefully.

then tsukki suddenly smacks both hands into the water with shocking force.

water splashes directly into dazai’s face.

silence.

then, tiny baby laughter.

tsukki is laughing.

full little squeaky giggles while aggressively splashing everything around him.

dazai stares for one stunned second before immediately melting.

“…oh no,” he whispers emotionally. “he’s happy.”

the instructor smiles knowingly.

dazai looks like he’s about to cry.

after that, tsukki becomes unstoppable.

he kicks constantly.

splashes every living thing nearby.

grabs at floating toys with tiny determined hands.

at one point, he smacks water directly into dazai’s mouth.

dazai coughs dramatically.

“betrayed by my own bloodline.”

tsukki giggles harder.

the parents nearby laugh softly while dazai stares down at his son with complete devastation.

“…you think this is funny.”

tsukki squeals.

“you’re right. it is funny.”

halfway through class, the instructor encourages parents to let the babies float briefly on their backs.

dazai looks horrified instantly.

“absolutely not.”

“you’ll still be holding him.”

“emotionally i disagree with this activity.”

but eventually he tries.

very carefully, he lowers tsukki slightly onto the water while supporting his entire body.

tsukki freezes again.

wide-eyed.

tiny arms spread out.

floating.

dazai barely breathes.

then tsukki looks up at the ceiling lights reflecting on the water and smiles.

small. sleepy. content.

and something about it completely destroys dazai emotionally.

his expression softens instantly.

“…look at you,” he whispers quietly.

tsukki reaches one wet little hand upward toward him.

dazai melts immediately.

after swim class ends, tsukki falls asleep almost instantly in the locker room wrapped up like a burrito in towels.

his damp curls stick slightly to his forehead.

dazai sits beside him quietly for a moment just staring.

completely gone.

completely in love.

kunikida walks in carrying paperwork.

stops.

“…why are you looking at him like that.”

dazai doesn’t look away.

“he floated.”

“yes. babies do that.”

“…he floated.”

kunikida sighs deeply.

later that night, dazai spends forty minutes showing people blurry pool photos.

“look at this one,” he says seriously. “he splashed me intentionally.”

atsushi smiles politely. “that’s cute.”

“this one is from when he discovered buoyancy.”

“you took fifty pictures of the same thing.”

“every moment mattered.”

and somewhere nearby, tsukki sleeps peacefully after the most exciting day of his tiny life.

꒰ chuuya nakahara ꒱

taking twins swimming sounds easier in theory.

in reality, it’s hell.

“why are there so many tiny shoes,” chuuya mutters while unpacking the swim bag.

indie is already trying to crawl away.

ivan is chewing on a floatie strap.

and chuuya hasn’t even left the house yet.

the pool is warm and shallow, specifically designed for babies.

there are colorful floaties everywhere.

small toys drifting across the water.

parents smiling nervously.

and chuuya, already sweating.

he has indie balanced on one hip while trying to keep ivan from eating sunscreen.

“ivan,” he mutters, pulling the bottle away, “why are you like this.”

ivan smiles at him.

chuuya sighs.

“yeah, okay. my fault.”

both babies are dressed in matching little swimsuits.

indie’s has tiny ruffles.

ivan’s has little sharks on it.

they are offensively cute.

a woman nearby gasps softly. “oh my god, twins.”

chuuya immediately straightens proudly.

“yeah.”

“…they’re adorable.”

he tries to act normal about it.

fails immediately.

“thanks,” he says, smiling helplessly. “they kinda know it too.”

indie squeals right on cue.

getting into the water is chaos immediately.

indie loves it.

the second her feet touch the pool, she starts kicking wildly with excited little noises.

ivan does not.

ivan looks personally offended by water.

he clings to chuuya’s chest with tiny fists while glaring at the pool like it insulted him.

“…it’s okay,” chuuya says softly, bouncing him slightly. “you’re alright.”

ivan frowns harder.

indie splashes herself directly in the face and laughs.

“and you,” chuuya mutters, looking at her, “have no survival instincts.”

eventually, ivan relaxes enough to sit against chuuya’s arm in the water.

barely.

he still looks suspicious.

meanwhile indie is thriving.

she splashes nonstop.

grabs at floating toys.

tries to crawl directly into deeper water twice.

at one point she kicks hard enough to splash another parent nearby.

chuuya freezes instantly. “oh my god, i’m so sorry-”

the other parent laughs. “it’s okay.”

indie grins proudly like she committed a successful crime.

“…she’s definitely yours,” chuuya mutters.

then ivan discovers splashing.

everything changes immediately.

because now he realizes water can be weaponized.

he slaps the surface once.

water sprays everywhere.

his eyes widen.

he does it again.

harder.

indie notices instantly and joins him.

within seconds, both babies are attacking the pool like tiny aquatic gremlins.

chuuya is getting drenched.

the instructor is laughing.

other parents are laughing.

and chuuya is sitting there completely soaked while both twins squeal like they’ve unlocked ultimate power.

“…i created monsters.”

indie kicks him directly in the stomach.

ivan sneezes.

later, the instructor encourages floating practice.

chuuya immediately looks nervous.

“they’re too little.”

“you’ll still be supporting them.”

“…yeah but emotionally this feels illegal.”

still, he tries.

he carefully supports indie first.

she floats happily without a single thought behind her eyes.

completely relaxed.

tiny legs kicking lazily.

“okay,” chuuya admits softly. “that’s kinda cute.”

then comes ivan.

ivan stiffens immediately.

tiny hands gripping chuuya’s wrists.

chuuya softens instantly. “hey, hey. i got you.”

ivan stares up at him.

still nervous.

but slowly, he relaxes.

just enough, and chuuya smiles softly like he just witnessed a miracle.

“…good job,” he whispers.

by the end of class, both twins are exhausted.

indie falls asleep first, warm against chuuya’s shoulder wrapped in a towel.

ivan fights sleep dramatically for five more minutes before finally passing out too.

chuuya sits there in the locker room holding both babies carefully against his chest.

quiet.

still damp from the pool.

completely exhausted himself.

but smiling anyway.

because they had fun.

because they trusted him.

because moments like this make every hard day worth it.

he kisses the top of indie’s head.

then ivan’s.

“…you two are gonna kill me someday,” he murmurs fondly.

indie snores softly.

ivan drools slightly onto his shirt.

and honestly, he’s never been happier.

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he noticed immediately.

he always did.

without taking his eyes off the game, one hand reached behind him until his fingers found yours. he gave your hand two small squeezes before intertwining your fingers together, still somehow managing to play perfectly with his other hand.

chat exploded.

"WHO IS THAT?" "HOLD ON..." "THE HAND???" "GIRLFRIEND REVEAL???"

kenma simply ignored every single message.

instead, he softly rubbed circles against your knuckles while calmly calling out enemy positions to his teammates as if holding your hand during a tournament-level match was the most natural thing in the world.

you smiled to yourself.

he always did this.

whenever you wandered into his office during a stream, he'd reach for you without thinking.

sometimes it was your sleeve.

sometimes your pinky.

sometimes he'd absentmindedly pull your chair closer with his foot until your knees bumped together.

he never acknowledged it.

he just...needed you close.

once the victory screen finally appeared, kenma leaned back with a quiet sigh.

"gg."

he muted his teammates before turning toward you.

"hi."

you laughed.

"that's all i get after six hours?"

he blinked.

"...i held your hand."

"you did."

"...the whole game."

"you did."

"...that counts."

you couldn't argue with that.

before you could answer, his headset picked up the tiny conversation because he'd forgotten to mute his microphone.

chat instantly lost its mind.

"HE SAID HI LIKE THEY HAVEN'T LIVED TOGETHER FOR YEARS." "I'M CRYING." "HE THINKS HAND HOLDING COUNTS AS QUALITY TIME." "IT DOES."

kenma glanced toward his second monitor and sighed dramatically.

"...they're being weird again."

"again?"

"they're acting like they don't know i'm obsessed with you."

the words slipped out so casually that he didn't even realize what he'd admitted until a few seconds later.

his ears slowly turned pink.

"...forget i said that."

you grinned.

"too late."

his chat was moving so fast that he couldn't even read individual messages anymore.

he covered his face with one hand.

"...great."

you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss against his warm cheek.

"i'm obsessed with you too."

his entire face turned red.

chat somehow moved even faster. "SHE KISSED HIM." "WE ALL SAW THAT." "KENMA IS BLUSHING." "SCREENSHOT IT." "CLIPPED"

he reached over and, without another word, clicked the button ending the stream.

the screen faded to black.

you raised an eyebrow.

"ending early?"

he slipped his headset onto the desk before wrapping both arms around your waist, resting his forehead against your stomach with a tired sigh.

"...they've had enough of me today."

you gently ran your fingers through his messy blond hair.

"and what are you doing now?"

he closed his eyes, melting completely into your touch.

"...logging off."

"from streaming?"

he shook his head.

"from everyone else."

after spending hours talking to thousands of people, answering questions, making jokes, and pretending he still had social energy left, there was only one place he actually wanted to be.

right here.

holding you in the quiet.

where there was no chat.

no cameras.

no notifications.

just your fingers combing through his hair while the room settled into comfortable silence.

to everyone online, kenma kozume had ended his stream.

but to you, he was finally home.

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black trousers rolled slightly at the ankles, jacket still perfectly on despite the heat, dark hair sticking faintly to his forehead while he sat rigidly at the edge of the pool with his feet dipped into the water.

he looked painfully out of place surrounded by inflatable floaties and brightly colored towels.

and yet, he had not taken his eyes off you or your daughter once.

“good job, sweetheart,” you praised gently while holding your toddler beneath her arms in the shallow water. “kick your feet for mama.”

tiny legs splashed wildly.

water immediately hit your face.

your daughter burst into loud giggles.

akutagawa’s gaze softened almost instantly.

not that he would admit it.

your daughter wore little blue floaties around her arms decorated with cartoon fish while her tiny swimsuit kept slipping slightly off one shoulder every few seconds.

she looked ridiculously proud of herself.

especially when she managed to paddle forward for approximately two seconds.

“look!” she squealed excitedly. “look daddy!”

akutagawa straightened immediately.

“…i am looking.”

his voice stayed calm as always, but you noticed the way his expression shifted, subtle but warm around the edges.

your daughter beamed like she’d just won an olympic medal.

“did you see me swim?!”

“…yes.”

“i’m fast!”

“hn.”

which, from akutagawa, was practically overwhelming praise.

you smiled softly to yourself before guiding her carefully through the water again.

“okay, baby,” you encouraged, “kick again.”

more splashing.

more squealing.

more water hitting your face.

from the corner of your eye, you caught akutagawa quietly reaching for the towel beside him before holding it out toward you the second you walked close enough.

you blinked.

“…thank you.”

he looked away almost immediately.

“you had water on your face.”

“obviously. i’m in a pool.”

“…hn.”

your daughter suddenly grabbed onto the edge near him, tiny hands reaching toward his sleeve.

“daddy come swim too.”

akutagawa visibly stiffened.

“no.”

“why?”

“…i dislike pools.”

you snorted softly. “you dislike taking the jacket off.”

silence.

your daughter gasped dramatically like she’d discovered a terrible secret.

“daddy scared?”

“i am not scared.”

“then swim.”

“…no.”

you had to bite your lip to stop laughing.

your daughter, unfortunately, inherited your persistence.

“pleaseee?”

akutagawa looked at her.

really looked at her.

at the hopeful little expression on her face and the floaties slipping down her tiny arms.

his shoulders loosened almost imperceptibly.

“…perhaps later.”

which honestly shocked you more than if he’d actually jumped into the water.

your daughter lit up immediately. “promise?!”

“…hn.”

that apparently counted.

she cheered loudly before turning back toward you to continue practicing.

a few minutes later you carefully loosened your hold beneath her arms just enough to let her paddle forward by herself.

“that’s it,” you encouraged softly. “you’re doing it.”

your daughter kicked harder.

water splashed everywhere.

but she moved.

small little paddles through the shallow water all by herself.

“daddy!! look!!”

akutagawa was already watching.

completely focused on her.

and for just a second, only a second, you caught the faintest softness in his eyes.

pride.

quiet and overwhelming.

the kind he never said aloud.

your daughter reached the edge near him triumphantly before grabbing onto his arm.

“i swam!”

“…you did well.”

her face immediately glowed.

and then, without hesitation, akutagawa reached down carefully and adjusted one of her crooked floaties back into place.

gentle. careful.

like she was something precious.

your chest ached a little at the sight.

because no matter how cold the rest of the world thought akutagawa was, he had always been unbearably soft with the two of you.

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"whatever it is, no."

you crossed your arms.

"i wanted your jacket because i'm cold."

he confidently folded his own arms.

"absolutely not. you'll survive."

you stared at him for exactly three seconds.

"...please?"

"..."

"..."

he let out the most dramatic sigh imaginable.

"ugh."

before you could even smile, he was already pulling his jacket off and draping it over your shoulders.

"you're lucky you're cute."

"that took five seconds."

"i held out."

"barely."

꒰ suguru geto ꒱

"can we stop by the café?"

"we've already stopped at three today."

"this one's different."

he smiled patiently.

"the answer is no."

you looked up at him with the tiniest pout.

"...okay."

"..."

"..."

"..."

he sighed through his nose.

"which café?"

your face immediately lit up.

"the one across the street!"

he chuckled, gently shaking his head.

"you knew i'd cave."

"every time."

꒰ choso kamo ꒱

"don't apologize."

"..."

"you didn't do anything wrong."

you looked down.

"sorry..."

he frowned.

"see? you're apologizing again."

"...sorry."

"..."

"..."

his expression softened almost instantly.

he reached over and gently cupped your face.

"come here."

you stepped into his arms without hesitation.

he rested his chin on your head.

"...i forgot what i was trying to lecture you about."

"i noticed."

꒰ sukuna ryomen ꒱

"buy it yourself."

you held up the plushie.

"please?"

"no."

you kept looking at it.

"..."

"..."

"..."

he clicked his tongue.

"stop staring at it."

"i'm not doing anything."

"..."

five minutes later, he shoved the plushie into your hands.

"there."

you blinked.

"i thought you said no."

"i changed my mind."

"you folded."

"watch your mouth."

you hugged the plushie tighter.

he rolled his eyes, pretending not to notice your smile.

꒰ hiromi higuruma ꒱

"one more episode."

"no."

"we both have work tomorrow."

you nodded.

"you're right."

he smiled, relieved you'd agreed so easily.

"..."

"..."

"unless..."

he narrowed his eyes.

"don't."

"what if we watched just half?"

"that's still an episode."

"twenty minutes?"

"..."

you rested your chin on his shoulder.

"please?"

he closed his eyes for a long moment.

"...fine."

you grinned.

"i knew you'd say yes."

"...i'm beginning to think i'm being manipulated."

"correct."

he couldn't even argue with that.

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you smiled innocently before extending your hand toward him.

"hold my hand."

he stared at your hand, then at the mountain of bags hanging from both of his arms.

"...how?"

"that's your problem."

he blinked several times before awkwardly hooking his pinky around yours.

"there."

you giggled.

"that's barely holding my hand."

his ears turned bright red.

"i'm trying!"

꒰ kei tsukishima ꒱

tsukishima looked absolutely unamused.

shopping bags covered both of his arms while you walked beside him completely empty-handed.

"kei."

"hmm?"

"hold my hand."

he slowly looked down at the bags.

then back at you.

"...you're joking."

"no."

"do you see my hands?"

"yes."

"both unavailable."

you pouted dramatically.

"wow. you don't love me."

he sighed the deepest sigh imaginable.

after a second, he leaned his shoulder against yours while continuing to walk.

"there."

"...that's not my hand."

"closest you're getting."

꒰ tetsuro kuroo ꒱

kuroo immediately knew you were plotting something.

"what?"

you smiled sweetly.

"hold my hand."

he looked down at the six shopping bags hanging from both arms.

"...princess."

"yes?"

"i literally can't."

"sounds like excuses."

he laughed before lifting one elbow toward you.

"fine."

you slipped your hand around his arm instead.

"see? problem solved."

"you're unbelievable."

"and yet you still spoil me."

"...unfortunately."

꒰ kenma kozume ꒱

kenma was regretting agreeing to "just one store."

it had turned into eight.

he quietly carried every bag while following behind you.

you suddenly stopped.

"kenma."

"...yeah?"

"hold my hand."

he looked at both occupied hands before looking back at you.

"...my inventory's full."

you burst into laughter.

"seriously?"

he gave a tiny shrug.

"can't equip anything else."

still smiling, you wrapped your arms around one of his instead.

"there."

"...acceptable."

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"toru."

"yes, my love?"

"hold my hand."

he gasped dramatically.

"i would love to."

he raised both arms covered in shopping bags.

"however, someone has turned me into a human department store."

you tried not to laugh.

"so?"

he looked around before dramatically dropping one finger toward yours.

you hooked your pinky around it.

"there."

he smiled proudly.

"anything for you."

"you're ridiculous."

"but i'm still holding your hand."

꒰ hajime iwaizumui ꒱

iwaizumi had insisted on carrying everything before you even had the chance to grab a bag.

you walked beside him humming happily.

"hajime."

"yeah?"

"hold my hand."

he looked at the bags.

looked at you.

"...seriously?"

"mhm."

without saying a word, he shifted every single shopping bag onto one arm.

"there."

he reached over and intertwined your fingers with his free hand.

"happy?"

you smiled brightly.

"very."

"...good."

he'd absolutely deal with one sore arm if it meant seeing that smile.

꒰ rintaro suna ꒱

suna was carrying every shopping bag with his usual expressionless face.

you glanced over at him.

"rin."

"hmm?"

"hold my hand."

he looked down at both occupied hands.

"...you planned this."

"maybe."

he was quiet for a moment before casually extending one finger toward you.

"best i can do."

you wrapped your pinky around his.

"that's enough."

he smiled to himself.

"figured."

the entire walk home stayed exactly like that, shopping bags everywhere, but your pinkies linked together anyway.

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