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Handa wants to tell them to scram. Those old classmates of his— they keep stalking him no matter what! They’re so persistent and keep following him.
Last time he told them off, they didn’t take the warning and said they were his.. friends.
Is the new friends trend stalking each other? Maybe he should ask Kawafuji about it later. Kawafuji is always updated with the trends on social media—
Oh no. He completely forgot.. Kawafuji is sick. Should he write a “Get well soon” card? Would he take it wrongly?
No, don’t think about the possibilities, Handa Seishuu. You are to buy some paper and supplies so that you could do caligraphy.
He took in a deep breathe and stepped into the convenience store.
Luckily, there’s nobody he knows here—
“Kawafuji?!”
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Saiki wouldn’t ever sigh actually, but he felt the sudden urge to.
He’s just walking to his favorite coffee jelly shop and there he is, Handa Seishuu. The new student just cursing someone.
Moral Month? No, it’s probably something Toritsuka made up.
He let out an exasperated sigh and walked towards a wild Handa, who was now in an arts and crafts store.
Does this place even have caligraphy paper—
Apparently they do have paper fit for ink. He doesn’t learn something new everyday. Totally. He’s all knowing, after all.
”Kawafuji?!” Saiki heard from the usually quiet Handa. What could possibly make him shout that loud? Probably a friend, who else?
”Shh, don’t shout my name so loudly, Handa, you’re going to break my eardrums.” Handa, being the nice person he is, glared at Kawafuji.
”Anyways, I’m not that sick. Just a small cough.” Saiki would argue but he doesn’t feel the need to.
You, readers would probably make a joke about Covid 19 and say he’s sick.
“Anyways, why are you here? This place isn’t your usual place.” Kawafuji tried patting Handa’s head. Resulting in Handa gently pushing it away.
”You know why.” Kawafuji then shrugged and grabbed Handa’s bags of paper.
Hm, friendship at it’s finest.
Saiki thought this was enough and remembered something.
”Kusuo-kun, could you get me some art supplies? My coworker who actually makes manga said my art is good and I want to test it out-“
good grief. ‘Fine, but it’s on your wallet.’
”wha-what? Kusuo!”
-but Saiki already left the scene.
Now he’s here, can hear some stalkers and is keeping watch over his classmate and his friend.
Good grief, when will he ever get a break?