[Valentine's day sure is a funny holiday. Seimei has always expressed to every girl that catches a fancy for him that he isn't going to return the affections, yet here he is, carrying several bags of chocolates in his school bag. He's sixteen, so maybe the high school drama of being adored was inevitable. Nothing really compared to the way he watched their feelings spill on their expression when he took their chocolate and told them to their face that he wouldn't return it on White Day.
Still, he can't actually eat this slop. The store-bought he might consider. But he knows someone who would never reject anything that Seimei told him.
He doesn't need to say a single thing as he approaches the college student, wrinkling his nose at the cigarette disapprovingly but otherwise not dropping the smile.]
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Still, he can't actually eat this slop. The store-bought he might consider. But he knows someone who would never reject anything that Seimei told him.
He doesn't need to say a single thing as he approaches the college student, wrinkling his nose at the cigarette disapprovingly but otherwise not dropping the smile.]
Soubi. Spit that out and open your mouth.