Sep 17, 2020
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how long had it been since he knew makishima? called him his rival, how he wasn’t too fond of him before it changed to the point he called him his friend, someone he liked being around. toudou’s bright smile lighting up his face, “maki-chan!” his feet approached the other male, “i got you something!” he beamed, handing him a strange wrapped gift, rectangular in size with an arch bump. he had a feeling he’d like it, or at least to an extent. he always wanted to see what maki looked like wearing a headband.
