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private chatroom
weed, chair

chair: why am i named chair

weed: ur built like a chair

chair: is that a compliment

weed: yes it is

chair: then i am indeed a chair

weed: yes u are

chair: i am On my way!

weed: boo i'm already here

weed: can't believe The Ushijima "Best Ace" Wakatoshi is late

weed: thought u were cool boo no one cheered

weed: how could u do this

chair: shiro

chair: are u gaslighting me

weed: no

weed: why'd u think of me so low??

weed: JUST KIDDING YEAH I AM PRACTICING MY GASLIGHTING SKILLS HOW WAS IT

chair: amazing

chair: sorry for being late i am riding my bike to the mall

weed: A 7'3 MAN RIDING A BIKE . locals are scared

chair: be not afraid

weed: r u excited this is the first time we're hanging out ever since my face reveal

chair: stop calling it a face reveal

weed: hater 👎

chair: and yes, i am very excited to go to the mall with u

weed: i'd be more happy if u came here on time

chair: bike

weed: okay sorry luv

chair: i am parking my bike wait for me

chair: i am inside the mall

chair: u are in the boba spot right

weed: where are u

weed: AND I'M SO SORRY I CANNOT SLEEP I CANNOT DREAM TONIGHT

weed: come get me

truthfully, shiro was nervous. she didn't know why she asked wakatoshi to hang out with her. maybe she was attracted by the thought of having him around her. even without his antics, wakatoshi never failed to make her laugh her ass off. "god where is he?" shiro muttered.

"be not afraid, i am here."

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a/n
holy shit bobo is alive
n remembers that this fic existed???