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Chiaki thinks Izumi doesn't smile enough. He keeps telling him to do it more, but Izumi just doesn't understand the point. He just responds that if he was no reason to smile; then he won't. Isn't that obvious, anyway? Izumi is impressed he has to explain something like that, even if it is to Chiaki. "Sena!" Izumi raises his head. Class just ended and he didn't even have to pick up his belongings before Chiaki appeared next to his seat, smiling happily. “Let's go out! Wherever you want! Oh, we can go play at the arcade again!”
Izumi sighs. While it actually sounds fun to take a break and play around, it's not like he can just openly show even a bit of excitement. “Being with you is too tiring, Morisawa, but I guess you'll keep insisting if I refuse.” Seeing as Chiaki is doing nothing but smiling even more, he continues. “I'll go, then.”
“Great! Let's get going, Sena!” Izumi sighs, packing everything not as fast as Chiaki would like him to. He then follows the enthusiastic boy on their way out of the school. Chiaki suddenly stops as they walk. “Ah, I forgot! Here, Sena!” He takes two keychains out of his pocket, showing them to him. “One is for you.”
Izumi raises an eyebrow, noticing the keychains must be something hero-related, as he has no idea of what those symbols are. “Morisawa… I have no interest in that kind of thing, you know?” Izumi sounds irritated, but he still takes one. “But I guess it'd be rude of me to not accept it.”
Chiaki laughs. “I know that. I just thought it'd be nice if we could match!” He seems a bit nervous, as if he has no idea if Izumi would actually accept it. But to his relief, Izumi not only accepted his gift, he even seems happy about it. “Do you like it, Sena?”
“No.” Izumi stares at the object on his hand. “It's ugly. However, I'll use it… just don't keep giving me ugly presents.” As Izumi puts it on his bag, there was a smile, wasn't there? Chiaki is almost sure he saw it. “Don't look at me so happily, Morisawa. It's annoying.”
“You were smiling, Sena!” Chiaki says ignoring the vaguely angry tone in Izumi's voice. “You look prettier that way, you know! I like it.” Realizing his own words, his cheeks become slightly red. He may have said too much, as Izumi's face is also turning red. Frowning but not really wanting to reply, Izumi just turns around, to continue on his way to the arcade. Chiaki follows him, thinking to himself that if someone as used to being called beautiful as Izumi is can react like that, he really must be doing everything the right way.