#kashuu01

“oh, sorry to bother you, uh. this might sound strange, like, really strange.”

he was flexing and twitching his fingers, tapping them together with a look of pure nerves. god he was about to explode if he couldn’t find them.

Having over fifty pictures of himself stored in his phone, all of them taken throughout the day, didn’t mean he was vain — even though he actually was, somewhat. Nonetheless, it was obvious he didn’t have anything else better to do, for he had been sitting on a bench for a while now, killing time by playing with those photos and adding stamps and effects to his heart’s content. It might have even seemed as if he had barely payed attention to his surroundings during these experiments of his, but he was fully aware of the male sitting next to him. And it so happened that he needed to check on something important with someone else.