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Tokito never really questioned Kubota’s lifestyle; it didn’t really come off as strange to him. Sometimes Kubota would come home with his clothes stained with blood but Tokito never really thought that maybe that might be his own blood, always assumed it to be someone else’s blood because that’s the only thing that would make sense.
To put it shortly, Kubota Makoto is a strong man and definitely a force to be trifled with.
Tokito wasn’t scared of him. Admittedly their first meeting didn’t really work out well but in his defense he was confused, scared and lost. Anyone would lash out at a complete stranger; that was only natural.
In the long run, Tokito is glad that it was Kubota who picked him up on that fateful day. Sometimes he wonders what would have happened if it had been someone else; if Kasai-san had found him, would he still be alive? Would he have been questioned regarding [W.A.]? Most probably, and he most probably might have killed them all by accident if they aggrieved him too much.
Kubota was odd, but in a way that Tokito loved. Had it not been for his strangeness, they might not have even met and he might have even been committed to jail or worse, dead.
“You’re strange, Kubo-chan,” Tokito tells him offhandedly, crawling onto the apartment couch and right next to Kubota like a cat trying to get warm. “Kinda freaky sometimes, to be honest.”
Kubota’s eyebrows go up a fraction. “Oh?” A simple reply from the complicated man, the intonation of his one-worded query that of amusement and mild interest. “Thank you.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not how you’re supposed to reply to that,” Tokito laughs, leaning his head against Kubota’s shoulder as the other reads. “Does it ever bother you?”
Kubota pauses then plucks the cigarette away from his lips and blows a puff of smoke away from Tokito’s face. “What do you mean?”
Tokito rubbed his chin in though, looking for the right way to word his question. “Does it bother you that people think you’re strange?”
The cigarette is back where it belongs and Kubota returns to reading his book. “Why the sudden interest, Tokito?”
“You’re not normal,” Tokito replies. “But I think that’s what I like about you the best.”
Kubota smiles and drops his head, letting it lean against the top of Tokito’s. “If that’s how you feel, then I shouldn’t care about what other people think.”