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shiro was crying over the phone, talking to makoto

"makoto, he doesnt remember me,"

"oh"

"what do you mean 'oh'?"

"what do you want me to say?"

"ughhh makoto this hurts so much"

"then just leave cube"

"no way, man, this is our dream and i am wondering why you arent here"

"that was a promise among children, you shouldn't take that too seriously"

"but yuto did it"

"doesnt mean you should do it too"

"makoto dont be bitter that i am not there,"

"am not"

"yeah, yeah stop denying it, but then this is also my dream"

"well, that isnt my dream so, none of my business"

"but then if i debut, then you are the only ordinary person"

"and so?"

"left out, you will feel small against us"

"damn it, i dont care about that okay? i dont want attention so i wont be an idol, understood?"

"sure, then maybe after some months i'll see you enter cube with a suitcase,"

"that wont happen"

"yeah, it wont because you probably will be coming here around after some weeks"

"never"

"aww come on, makoto! dont be such a killjoy,"

"no, i am not being a killjoy, i wont enter that place because i am not even sure if i will debut and maybe i am just wasting my time training, okay?"

"come onnnn stop outsmarting me and just come here, i know you want to be here"

"no, good night, shiro and stop being a baby because i wont be going there"

y'ALL IM BACK HOES WASSUP

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