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...On Opposite Day—

❝That makes both of us then.❞

He'd reply with a huff, crossing his arms in front of him.

❝From now on, we're cool. I'm gonna stick ta you like glue~!❞

He wasn't serious, merely teasing her a little bit. Y'know, to lighten up the mood a bit.

❝There's nothing TO forgive, dummy! You aren't a bother, so quit cryin' already! And stop callin' me "Mister" Warechu! From now on, it's just Warechu, ya got that? Friends don't act so formal to each other, after all!❞

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waited for her response. Hopefully he would regret what he was about to say...He met her gaze, holding his while he continued on.

❝I like you, okay? You ain't a bother ta me...I ain't good at this kinda sappy stuff, so I...can be kinda awkward, chu...But I WANT to hang out. That's the truth.❞

❝...Eh?—❞

OH GOD, WHAT HAS HE DONE?!

He panicked, heart rate quickening as he desperately tried to find a way to fix this!

This led to him gently grabbing her by the shoulders now.

❝B-Bou...Can I call ya Bou? Listen to me for a sec, will ya?❞

A bead of sweat trickled down his brow as he

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God damn it, not again—!

❝N-No, I'm not! I ain't gonna suggest anything that I don't wanna do, chu! I...I wanna hang out and that's that!❞

He huffed, pushing aside his embarrassment with a bit of effort. He was NOT going to get worked up from this!

❝You're alright, so...I don't mind...❞

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...And yet, why did he feel this way when she placed her hand against his cheek? Why did he feel this way just from seeing her smile?

He truly didn't understand her...

❝...Sure, uh...Whatever you say, chu.❞

He wasn't even listening to what she had said, his response clearly a distracted one.

...Pretty...

She almost seemed radiant even...Was she always like this and he never noticed?

❝I-It's nothin'...Don't worry about it...❞

Averting his gaze to the side. Looking at her directly would only make him blush more...What's he getting so worked up for anyway? It's just Bouquet!

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uhh...Let's hang out more sometime?❞

Hang out with her? What in the world was he thinking? He had no desire to hang out with her, right? But she /has/ been nice to him this whole time...

The mouse let out a soft, sort of pained squeak as her demeanor shifted to a sad one. It was as if a piece of him had suddenly broken inside. He didn't mean to make her sad.

❝W-Wait, I...I-I phrased that wrong!❞

He says, scrambling to find a good explanation.

❝W-What I meant ta say was...

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❝Quit thankin' me already. Like I said, I didn't do anythin' special, chu. I only took this thing so you'd stop buggin' me...❞

Sure, sure. That blush on his cheeks TOTALLY conveyed that she was a bother to him..—

❝Ohhh, NOW I remember!❞

This time, he was being serious. Though, the only real memory that stuck with him involving her was when she was all giddy because of a sugar rush—

❝Just shut up and walk with me already..!❞

Warechu huffed, walking ahead of her a bit as he lightly tugged on her arm for her to follow.

This was just the worst...How the hell did he get wrapped up in this stupid situation? Being stuck with HER of all people...With an audible sigh, he'd march on.

❝. . . .❞

The mouse gives her an incredulous stare as she held the flower crown out to him. He doesn't get her at all...What is up with this goody-two-shoes broad?

❝...Fine, give it here, chu...❞

He remarks with a light blush as he took it from her to place on his head.

❝N-Nooooo...Yes—❞ 💧

❝DUH! Of course you're Tsukuyomi! Who else wouldja be???❞

He's pretending like he knew that all along...