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Yuma wasn't sure when it first occurred, when they started sharing a diary, but it had happened naturally at some point, with Shu writing and Yuma drawing.
It was nice, though, Yuma mused as he chose a colored pencil to best draw Shu's words, picking from his selections of reds.
"Very nice," Rution thought to himself, watching from the mirror that hung in the young men's apartment.
