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Koujaku thinks that he’s in love.
He doesn’t know what exactly love is meant to be, but he’s pretty sure that this is it.
He has all the symptoms. He has forever though, maybe that makes it not love, just friendship. Do friends usually feel like this? He’s not so sure beyond a vague “no” and even then.
He’s been ‘dating’ Aoba for a few months now, loosely at least.
Nothing has changed since they got together except the words used to describe each other.
No longer, “Bro,” but, “Boyfriend,” and the likes. It’s odd. He’s not sure if he misses calling Aoba bro though.
He is sure that he likes this.
Finally having this intimacy with Aoba, even if it means that they’re partners now instead of friends.
It’s a fair trade off, Koujaku decides as he runs a hand through Aoba’s hair.
“Oi, lay off.”
“Sorry, my love.”