Akira recoils a little, arms jerking around wildly. “But Miroku-kun looks scary.” he whispers, nose scrunching. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Shuuji smirks, rolling his eyes. “He—sort of reminds me of Nobuta, that’s all.” Akira grins. “That’s all.” he repeats, like a joking taunt. Even though many think of him as a supreme idiot, Akira still knows much more than most people think he does.「 3/100 赤亀 posts | Shuuji + Miroku 」
“Isn’t he so cool?” a classmate gushes, eyes fixated on the motorcycle that’s propped up by the side of the street, “Remember when he used to be this aggressive shut in?” Shuuji just shrugs, smiling wordlessly. He sees Miroku cast him a small look and even from afar, he could read the small ohayou formed by his lips, accompanied by a knowing smirk. Shuuji feels his mouth quirk, but they’re not supposed to be friends, so he tries to push it down. But really. If there was one life-changing thing he’s done this entire year, it’s producing Miroku. 「 5/100 赤亀 posts | Shuuji + Miroku #2 」