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because

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because.

with a gulp, renjun felt his heart pounding against his ribcage as if there was a drum set instead of the most vital organ in the human body. he was preparing himself to ask hisako one single and simple question and despite having practiced in front of the mirror after countless nights before finally deciding to ask her, renjun was having a little more trouble talking to the real hisako instead of the reflection in his mirror.

releasing a shaky breath the chinese boy knew that he had to make his move sooner or later because jeno kept scaring him that some other weirdo will sweep her off her feet and take her away from him.

and renjun doesn't want that.

lifting his head from a manga that was laying around in hisako's bedroom, renjun spoke up, "hisako?"

instead of looking up from her phone which she was searching: how to get good grades without studying on wikihow for the upcoming history test, hisako hummed to tell renjun she was listening.

"i've got this friend annndd i think he likes you." renjun nibbled on the inside of his cheek, waiting for your answer. on the outside he was being cool and collected but on the inside, he was panicking because what he just told his crush was not what he planned on saying.

"hA good one. that's a good joke junnie." the girl still had her eyes directed to the screen of her mobile. little did she know that every time she calls renjun by his nickname, his heart flutters.

setting the second volume of boku no hero academia on her desk, renjun turns to hisako completely, "i'm not kidding, he's always talking about you when i hang out with him. to be honest it's kinda getting annoying." the boy quickly thought of a lie to feed her.

hisako slammed her phone down on her cactus print covered bed and looked at her closest guy friend with wide eyes. "no no no no. what is there to like about me??? my whole existence is ugly." covering her face with her hands, she started to rant about her every flaw that renjun found perfect.

in mid-rant, the dark-haired girl squinted her eyes at the boy sitting on her desk chair. "this better not be a fucking joke you baked potato."

renjun giggled at her attempt of insulting him and shook his head, "it most certainly isn't."

a mixture of relief and fear washed over hisako.

relieved that renjun isn't lying to her and fear that she still doesn't know who this mystery friend of renjun's is.

"and what's their name?" hisako lifted her eyebrows, awaiting his answer.

clearing his throat quickly, renjun looked away from her and stared at her open computer's screen which was no-face, the character of spirited away that was set as hisako's background as if it was the most interesting thing he's ever seen in his life.

"you'll see who he is soon enough."

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