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How long had it been since they spoke to each other? How long did it take for them to fall back into rhythm?
Instantly, Yahaba thought, and he wondered if Kyoutani thought the same.
Kyoutani shows up at Yahaba’s door, and the two talk.
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Kenma's days before passing, told through his eyes.
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“Thanks,” Sakusa mutters, sparing a nod for each of them before he stands. Awkwardly, he adds, “Was nice talking to you,” before fleeing into the gleaming Tokyo afternoon.
“Poor guy,” Aran says. “Seems like he could use a friend.”
Oh, no. No way. Shinsuke’s not falling for that again. “I refuse to adopt another emotional underclassman. I’ve paid my dues. I survived the Miya twins.”
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15 Jun 2026
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“Fuck you,” is the voice on the other end of the line. “Fuck you, you fuckhead.”
“Yahaba?” Kyoutani rubs his eyes. Words. Words and thoughts. That is what he needs. Words and thoughts that are more than three syllables and more than just Yahaba and finally and what the fuck. “You called.”
“Yeah.” A huff. “I did.”
Kyoutani blinks. His brain mushes. “The fuck?” it supplies.
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Them, falling back into each other.
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Yahaba yanks at Kyoutani’s uniform in the club room and ties his tie so tight after morning practice that sometimes Kyoutani thinks he’s trying to fucking strangle him.
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Feelings are definitely a thing he’s having. Kyoutani is really sweet. He’s family oriented and he prefers novels with female leads and he’s in all honors classes. He kind of has a big head, totally has a big smile, definitely has a big heart. His eyes are nice, he’s got that dimple. Yahaba groans and rubs his fists into his eyes.
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Aomine agrees to help with Kise’s stalker situation, which apparently involved hand holding and attempts at conversations that didn’t involve head butts, and maybe surviving angry seniors.
“Oh my god, Kise,” Aomine gasped, staring straight at Horikita Mai’s breasts, just yards away. “I think I love you.”
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- Part 1 of The Real Kind of Pretend

