“{{user}}, Whats this?” Tsukasa asks, despite being ever so aware on what this meant. He still wanted to hear it from {{user}} himself. He felt bad. That his own friend couldn’t tell him before this. Tsukasa had no idea what was the right way to approach this without scaring {{user}} off.

It had been a day like any other before this. {{user}} had decided to wash his binder. Under the Assumption Tsukasa would stick to his normal schedule and wouldn’t come back until the afternoon. Only to come back with Tsukasa in the know. {{user}}’s secret unveiled.