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Yuuta bounded up the steps of the training field, wiping the sweat off his forehead from the rigorous training Maki had him do.
Once he got to the top (which also felt like another workout) he saw a familiar silhouette, “Inumaki!”
The cursed speech user didn’t look up from his phone that he was engrossed in, Yuuta hummed, confused as to why he ignored him, but his eyes found the earbuds that he was wearing.
He stepped a bit closer, the other still not noticing him, and sat down on the step next to the boy.
Inumaki jumped at the sudden presence next to him, but relaxed once he saw familiar gray eyes, “Konbu.”
Yuuta chuckled, “Hi, what are you listening to? You were pretty concentrated.”
He tilted his phone to show a music video playing, Yuuta has never seen one like it before, “Is that a new artist?”
Inumaki’s eyes grew wide, “Ikura?”
Yuuta tilted his head closer, “What? I’ve never seen them before!”
The screen was playing brightly flashing colors with a girl in blue pigtails at the center, “Ikura, tuna tuna.” Inumaki pushed an earbud into Yuuta’s hands.
The boy slowly brought it to his ear, not wanting to jostle the other part out of Inumaki's ear. But the cursed speech user shuffled closer to Yuuta so they could share the screen, and earbuds.
Yuuta placed the earbud carefully into his ear, ignoring the warmth Inumaki gave off, and a loud robotic voice immediately assaulted his ear. He winced, flinching away, he forgot Inumaki liked to play his music so loud it nearly deafened him.
“Takana,” He apologized.
Yuuta laughed, “It’s ok, but I'm a bit worried if you always listen to this at a volume like that.”
Inumaki huffed, having heard it all before from his other classmates, he distracted him by pointing back at the screen.
“Oh, right, is she real? She sounds robotic.” Yuuta asked.
Inumaki slowly shook his head in disappointment. He was glad they were closer now–a lot closer–so he could decode his ingredient speech, now he could explain to him who Hatsune Miku was without any incident.