Till Death We Part: Kuno x Homura

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"I'm gonna kill you!"

Tsukiyama was rightfully mad at Kuno for tampering with his precious dango a few hours ago.

"Now, now Tsukiyama, Kuno promised that he would help me make you some more." Homura chimed in, saving Kuno's ass.

Tsukiyama groans and then takes a deep breath. 

"Fine. I'll..let it go." He said, slightly defeated. "For now at least. But if you peasantry so much as breath in the direction of my sweet dango again, I will have you in so much debt-"

Kuno was amazed at the way Homura handled Tsukiyama. It was like a pet trainer and a stuck-up poodle.

Tsukiyama stomps away and up the grand staircase. His storm off would have been much more dramatic and effective had he no longer been visible, but now it was just cringy as everyone just watched him scale the steps like an angry toddler.

Asano giggles into their hands from behind Chijimatsu. 

"Since when did you have a dog training license Homura? I didn't know you could train bitches!" They cackled while softly hitting Chijimatsu's side.

"Haha yeah, actually when I'm not writing poetry, I'm a part-time dog trainer. Family business, ha." Homura rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"That was a terrible joke, Asano." Makiko said shaking her head at the game dev.

"Yeah? Well, maybe you should train yourself some bitches." Asano said, now on Chijimatsu's back to get eye level with Makiko. 

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Kuno climbed the grand staircase and found himself walking alongside Homura in the corridor.

"So, Homura, are you and Tsukiyama friends?" Kuno asks him.

Homura blinks several times before answering.

"I mean I guess so. We have been talking more so I think so?" Homura responds, staring at the ceiling deep in thought. "Why do you ask?"

"I dunno, I guess well as Asano put it 'You train him like he's your dog.' He's obedient."

"Aha.. force of habit I guess? But please don't phrase it like that."

The rest of the walk was sealed with comfortable silence.

Soon enough, the pair reached Kuno's door.

"Well thank you, kind sir, for walking me home." Kuno jokes, doing a fake curtsy.

"It was my pleasure.." Homura bowed, playing along.

The two exchanged a laugh that filled the empty hallway with joy, joy in this hell of a world. 

"Well, I better go. See ya, buddy." Homura ruffled Kuno's hair before continuing on to his own room.

Kuno sighed happily before entering his own hotel room.

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Homura stared at the ceiling, reciting a poem he remembered from school.

"They'll never understand..why you feel what you do..this feeling of cold darkness..that never leaves-"

He felt something crunch under his feet.

It was one of Kuno's party hats from Makiko's birthday. 

It was all ruined and tattered. The print was all worn, and you couldn't even make out "Happy Birthday" on it anymore.