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“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” Kohaku guesses, feeling the crack under his fingertips to suss out the nature of his weird, infuriating behavior.
Madara doesn’t answer, but he does jerk ever so slightly under Kohaku’s grip around his arm. Bingo.
Kohaku finds Madara out behind the restaurant, already on his motorcycle with his helmet on.
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Madara has a smoke, hangs out with the stage crew, and—finally—calls first.