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“Kubo-chan, what’s wrong?” Seeing the look on his roommate’s face instantly sent shocks down Tokitoh’s spine and sent the young man into a paranoid haze.

It took a moment before the glasses-wearing man could stop glaring at the door and look back at Tokitoh, his eyes instantly softer. “Nothing, Tokitoh. But, I just remembered that Kou needed us for something.” And, with that, Kubota turned around and started the trek back downstairs.

Tokitoh knew something was wrong and merely glared at the black paint marring the red door of Tokitoh’s apartment. “FUCK OFF FAGS!” was written and there was a sudden urge in the boy to chase down whoever had done this, rip them apart limb by limb for making Kubo-chan seem so up-

“Tokitoh, come on!”

“Coming!” he called down, self-consciously tugging on the glove over his right hand. Tokitoh would have to remember to ask Kubo-chan what exactly a ‘fag’ was, and why someone would write something like that on the door.

But he would only as it if he remembered which was unlikely, especially if Kubo-chan had to go to 7-11 again to try out the new ice cream flavors…

In fact, by the time Tokitoh caught up with Kubota, all thoughts of the door and the message and Kubo-chan’s angry face was gone from Tokioth’s mind, and replaced with complaints about seeing that “quack doctor” named Kou.

Kubota smirked and lead Tokitoh towards Chinatown, hand in hand. Later, he would go and buy some black paint to fix the door… And send a message right back to those idiots who thought they could get away with this. Revenge was fun ♥

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