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———— NATSUSA TOOK ALL THE CREDIT.
it wasn't until lunch the following monday that he saw yasunari and [y/n] together for the first time in months. they were walking comfortably side by side, holding a conversation. it looked like things had returned to normal.
"oh, thank god! [y/n] is back!" fuuga cheered, and kotori smacked his arm to get him to quiet down once he saw how nervous [y/n] looked.
"aw, we've missed you! but, i'm sure my irresistible charms are what brought you back," ethan grinned, tamashiro and takumi stifling chuckles as they attempted to get him to quiet down as well. "hey, heads up!" ethan called out to [y/n], tossing a wrapped pastry at her. yasunari caught it, seeing as [y/n] was very distracted and slightly overwhelmed. he handed it to her, and she gave ethan a small smile and a nod before making their way to where the others were sitting.
"hey stranger," ibuki said, patting the spot next to him. [y/n] took the seat, yasunari sitting next to her as she settled into the chair, taking a breath.
"hey guys."
"wow, three months of not speaking to any of us, and the first thing we get is a "hey guys". tch, after all i did to bring you guys back together. i see how it is," natsusa huffed, [y/n] gently kicking his leg under the table. "ow, okay, fine, hello to you, too."
"so, are you guys good?" yuu asked, and [y/n] and yasunari both looked awkwardly everywhere but the table, leaving the rest of them confused.
"i thought you guys fixed things," seiichirou raised a brow.
"uh. yeah. we did," yasunari mumbled.
"but?" natsusa egged on.
"that's it."
"then why does it look like nothing's fixed?" natsusa demanded.
"don't worry about it," [y/n] waved off, and natsusa looked between the two. he examined both of them in depth before it finally clicked, and he gasped. "no, shut up."
"you guys did not."
"natsusa, i swear to god-"
"and you have the audacity to not tell me?"
"you couldn't tell?" ibuki snorted.
"what's that supposed to mean?" [y/n] demanded, and ibuki let out a laugh, poking at a spot on her collarbone.
"i have a trained eye," ibuki winked, and [y/n] elbowed him in the side before slumping into the chair a bit, yasunari's face turning red as he tapped his foot against the floor. "our little babies are all grown up."
