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"What'cha doing just standing there Keito?" Hikaru asked curiously as he entered the room while drying his hair with a towel. The bulkier man stood unmoving at the foot of their shared bed.
There was a short span of silence before Keito turned around. He had a wry smile on his face and his eyes looked like those of a hurt puppy. When he spoke, his voice was soft and timid.
"I was wondering if you'd kick me out of there one day too."