“I-Izuru?” Oh fuck that fucktard? Fuckfuckfuck gotta go fast as lightning. He practically teleported towards the kusamochi shop, panting back as he walked towards his copy–twin?
“I…”
He fainted.
yeah. he’s more crazy about it than i–
( he stops when his alternate disappears, blinking a few times. what. what the hell…?
when he’s back, hajime simply takes the mochi, sets it on a table, and lugs the other boy onto the couch. ok, so that happened. may as well leave him there for a while now. he doesn’t look like he’ll be getting up soon. )