[In some ways, this was his favourite part of attaching himself to Fudou. The man had many things about him that Sakuma would say were irresistable, but this one was by far his favourite. Strong arms wrapping themselves around him, feeling his face pressed against Fudou's chest and shoulders and soaking in the warmth and smell of the man's shampoo drifting from his hair. It was comforting and safe, and the Sakuma who had slapped at his chest just moments before was now melting into it, trying his best to hide that smile.]
You always do this...
[A soft sigh lets out, but not one of irritation.]
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You always do this...
[A soft sigh lets out, but not one of irritation.]
Win, I mean.