Gaining Your Love: a Heisei Kumi fanfic (1/14)
Author: ryosukekoibito
Pairing: Ariyama
Rating: PG-13
Genre:Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone, c'mon guys.
Summary:Long before the Heisei Kumi knew Keito Daiki makes it his mission to make the stunning Yamada Ryosuke fall in love with him, and it's going to be much harger than Daiki expected. So! For anyone who read my Heisei Kumi fic, this is the Ariyama spinoff I said I'd write! And if you didn't read it, please go check it out. The first chapter can be found here.
A/N: So, 1st chapter! Yay! I...I'm really nervous. So..yeah. Just, please if you like it, do comment. Feedback keeps me posting!
Years before Keito Okamoto joined the Kitagawa Yakuza Group, Johnny Kitagawa was still alive, and the Heisei Kumi only had nine boys living in their main house. Arioka Daiki was only sixteen, yet he had earned the nickname 'The Dragon'-due to his violent ruthlessness, strength, and the fierce tattoo he'd had on his back since the mere age of nine-and had made himself one of the toughest members of the Heisei Kumi, granting him a place in the Kumi-cho's home. He shared a room with his best friend, Inoo Kei, and spent his days swindling girls, beating up people that frustrated him, and playing cards with the other Kumi members. Daiki was usually a simple minded person, but today he found himself outside the door to Yamada and Ryutaro's bedroom, his curiosity getting the better of him.
He put his ear to the door, listening to the quiet sobs in the other room. Why was Yamada crying? Daiki was about to go in when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around. Ryutaro gave him a look, shaking his head. No.
"It's nothing. He got a tattoo today. You know how much tebori hurts. Just give him time." The younger boy whispered, and Daiki nodded, walking downstairs and flopping on the couch. He was annoyed now. He knew he should leave Yamada alone, but the littler boy was hurting, and something weird in his heartmade him want to be in there with him. That feeling had been revealing itself recently, and it was annoying the hell out of him.
"Dinner!" Inoo called, peeking his head around the doorway. Daiki looked up, nodding and standing up, pushing that unnamed feeling to the back of his chest. He wouldn't think about it anymore. Yamada was the last to join them at the dinner table, his face held no sign that he was in pain, but he favored his right arm, clumsily using his left hand to hold his chopsticks. No one commented, although Yuto took pity on his friend, occasionally feeding him himself. Another feeling flared up in Daiki's chest as he watched Yamada smile gratefully at Yuto when the boy put his chopsticks to Yamada's lips. This one he knew. Jealousy. It was burning and writhing inside of him, and he hated the way Yuto was so nonchalantly able to make everything better in Yamada's world. He cursed himself. He was unreasonable. He sat in silence, his stomach boiling as he tried-and failed-to ignore Yamada and Yuto. Once dinner was over he planned to escape to the room he shared with Inoo, but was stopped by a tentative
"Arioka-kun..." It was Yamada, his face set.
"Yeah?"
"Can you help me with something? Come..." The younger boy led him to the bathroom, gently taking off his oversized hoodie and locking the door once they got there. Fresh on Yamada's bicep was the new tattoo, a band of sakura, the branch wrapping itself around his arm, the delicate flowers beautiful against his skin. It was rather surprising that Yamada had gotten a tattoo-he was only...how old again? Fourteen, right?
"I...I got this for Yuto-kun...it's a surprise, and I want to take care of it...and you have one, so I was hoping you could help..." Yamada explained, looking nervous. Daiki nodded, and he washed his hands, lathering them with soap and gently washing where Yamada's new tattoo was stark against the pale creamy skin, remembering just how tender he had been after each of his tattooing sessions; his dragon had been completed in multiple two hour sessions, and after each it hurt to move at all, his back screaming at him for the torture he was putting it through. But he was tough.
Once that was finished he applied an antibiotic cream, rubbing it into the skin to keep infection away, his eyes trailing to Yamada's face; the warm brown eyes...the chubby red cheeks...the soft pink lips...
"Ne Yamada, can we kiss?" The words were out before he even realized he had thought them. Yamada's reaction was immediate, he jerked away, sending Daiki a look of pure terror, and crashing into the door, his hands already fiddling with the knob as his eyes filled with panicked tears. With one last awful glance Yamada shoved the door open, and was gone. What the hell had he just done? Kiss; really? And now Yamada thought...what had he been thinking?! Suddenly, Yuto was there, and then a moment later the younger boy’s fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling into the sink, hitting the counter painfully. Yuto grabbed him by the collar, threatening.
"You really scared him you fucking bastard; what the hell?!" Yuto stared at him for a moment, searching his face for an answer. Realizing that Daiki didn't have one he let go, forcing Daiki's back into the countertop and storming out, anger rolling off of his thin body in waves.
"Now, let me get this straight...you asked Yamada if you could kiss?!" It was late in the night, and Daiki and Inoo were sitting up in bed in their room talking, like they usually did. Daiki had just finished recounting how he had gotten the lovely bruise on his jaw line, and Inoo wasn't quite believing the story.
"Yeah; how many times do I have to tell you? I said Can we kiss? and then he freaked out and left; then Yuto stormed in, punched me, yelled and left."
"Wow...you....I mean..." Inoo fell into silence for a second.
"Why didn't you tell me you liked Yamada?"
"WHAT?!" Daiki shot up from where he had been laying in bed, eyes wide. Inoo sent him a slightly hurt, completely confused glance.
"I like Yamada?!" Daiki asked, surprised. Inoo whacked himself in the forehead, sighing.
"Oh my goodness Arioka Daiki. If you want to kiss someone then yes; you probably like them. Dumb-ass."
Daiki threw himself on his bed, moaning a bit. He only allowed himself to relax like this when he was with Inoo; the older boy was his most important companion, and the only person he had ever picked as a friend, although the other boys in the house were important now, he simply couldn't trust them like he trusted Inoo.
"Now what do I do?" He asked. He'd never liked anyone before. Inoo reached over and whacked him gently on the head, giggling.
"You do shit to make him like you back!"
"Like what?" Daiki didn't really talk with Yamada. Well, he did, but not about anything deep. They didn't hang out just the two of them or anything.
"Well for starters, you could apologize."
"No. I don't apologize; ever." Inoo snorted.
"True. You never apologized for the shit you put me through." Daiki sent his friend a look.
"Goodnight, Dai-chan." Inoo announced, giving Daiki a small hug and crawling into his bed, snuggling into the pillow and shutting his eyes. Daiki too rolled into bed, muttering his own goodnight before falling asleep. He'd think about what to do about his situation with Yamada tomorrow.
That was all he managed to think about once tomorrow arrived. He couldn't concentrate at all during the day, not even during a date with the girl he was swindling, or during his chess match with Takaki, which he managed to lose brilliantly-to everyone's shock. He rarely lost when it came to chess. All he thought about was the conversation with Inoo.
"I like Yamada?! That had been a fact that-now acknowledged, threw itself in his face every time the younger boy walked into the room, in all of his beauty.
"Now what do I do?"
"Well for starters, you could apologize."
"ARGH!" Daiki yelled in frustration, startling Yabu and Takaki whom were in the room. He didn't notice, storming out of the house, and finding Yamada, who was practicing sword fighting in the alley.
"A-Arioka-kun...?" Yamada asked, surprised and nervous. Daiki just stood there silent for a second, building up his nerves.
"I'm sorry!" The words felt weird on his tongue, but he meant them; he was sorry for scaring Yamada the way he had. He bowed, and rushed back in the house, not looking in Yamada's eyes, heart pounding in his ears. He rushed up to his room, startling Inoo, who had been reading on his bed.
"There. I freaking did it." That caught Inoo's attention.
"You apologized?!" His friend asked, sitting up and putting his book aside. Daiki nodded.
"So you're serious about this, huh?" Butterflies erupted in his stomach, but he nodded. He would make Yamada love him. He had decided.
"Dinner!" Yabu's yell rang up the staircase, and they both hurried to the table, dropping their conversation. After dinner they had a mass card game with the nine of them, Hikaru winning in the end.
"Okay, I'm going to bed." Yamada declared, standing up and putting his cards down. Daiki stood up too, flashing Yamada a smile.
"Goodnight Yamada～" He said, attempting to give the younger boy a hug. Yamada shoved him away, taking a step back before climbing the stairs two at a time and disappearing into his room. A hollow feeling filled his chest, leaving Daiki feeling empty and cold. Damn it.
This pattern happened regularly for the rest of the week, Daiki getting more and more frustrated with himself every time he was pushed away.
"What the hell am I doing wrong?!" He asked himself desperately one night, at a loss. To his surprise, he got an answer.
"Try doing something for him instead of forcing yourself on him all the time. He probably thinks you just wanna get in his pants." Ryutaro suggested, sitting down on the couch next to Daiki and giving him a look.
"Like what?"
"C'mon, you can think of something. Something only you can do." Daiki thought. And he thought. And he finally managed to think of something.
"Yamada, I'm gonna teach you how to play chess!" He declared the next day, and Yamada turned to look at him, confused.
"Why?" Daiki's confidence immediately faltered.
"It seems like a good thing to know, don't you think? You might even have fun..." He tried to promote his services. Yamada thought about it for a second, before nodding.
"Okay, Arioka-kun. I'll try my best!" Yes. Daiki led him to the living room, where he had set up his chess board and they sat on either end, Yamada examining the pieces carefully. He was so beautiful when he was focusing seriously on something.
"The object of the game is to get the other players King. If you get the King you win. Okay?" Yamada nodded in understanding.
"Okay, this is the rook..." Daiki began, picking up each piece and telling the younger boy what they were called and how they moved. Yamada listened intently and asked questions, and once Daiki was done explaining he repeated it all back to the older boy. Whatever he had messed up on was reexamined, and in that manner they completed the lesson of the day.
"Tomorrow we'll actually begin to play, okay?" Daiki offered, and Yamada nodded. Daiki smiled his best smile as Yamada walked away. This was perfect! He had his excuse to be with Yamada every day, and Yamada wasn't giving him looks of fear or rejecting him in any way.
The next days were a continuation of the lesson before, Daiki trying his best to make sure Yamada enjoyed it, not being too serious and staying as patient as possible. Then, one day the unthinkable happened.
Daiki's eyes widened as he searched the chess board. How had this...?! Wait, this couldn't be right. No there was a way out of this he could-
"Checkmate." Yamada announced, his voice barely veiling his excitement as he took Daiki's king, holding it in his hand with a sly smile.
Daiki sat there for a second, comprehending. It had only been two weeks since he had begun their lessons. Only two weeks, and Yamada was this good already?
"Well, I guess you don't need these lessons anymore." He muttered. Yamada smiled.
"Thank you for teaching me, Arioka-kun."
"Can we...be friends, at least?" Daiki asked, offering Yamada his hand.
"You were always my friend, Arioka-kun." Yamada said with a smile, taking it tentatively and shaking it, making Daiki break out in a huge grin, his heart light.
"I won." Yamada announced at dinner that night. "I beat Arioka-kun at chess." Everyone gave him shocked looks, but Daiki didn't care. He was too happy. Yamada considers me a friend.
That night Inoo pestered him into telling him all of the details, a little grin on his face.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" He asked. Daiki grinned, a happy little fluffiness in his stomach.
The fluffiness was gone the next day when Ryutaro and Yuto burst into the house, out of breath and shaking, wild looks in their eyes. Everyone in the room stood up, shocked by the suddenness and the boys expressions.
"Ryu?!" Chinen's eyes searched the younger boys face, confused and scared.
"K-Kumi-cho..." Ryutaro mumbled, breathing heavy. "...The....the Wakaba. We managed to outrun them...but...it was close. They wanted...a fight." Yuto and Ryutaro recounted the story through their heavy breathing, Yamada getting the both of them cups of water, the two boys gulping it down, ravenous. As Daiki listened he felt himself growing angry. Those Wakaba bastards were demons from hell.
"The Wakaba want a fight huh?" Chinen said almost to himself, the little Kumi-cho submersed in thought.
"I'm calling a meeting in...two hours. Inform the others. Everyone had better be here."
Chinen retreated to his office, not emerging until his designated meeting was about to start; he himself the last one to arrive.
"The Wakaba want a fight; and we're going to give them one." He announced, once the meeting had started. Daiki nodded. He'd been expecting something along those lines.
"So, in a month we attack. Until then we're going to train-a lot. I'm not having any crazy accidents, like before. Understand?"
Eight "Yes, Kumi-cho."'s echoed throughout the room, and Chinen smiled his cute smile.
"Good."
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Pairing: Ariyama
Rating: PG-13
Genre:Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone, c'mon guys.
Summary:Long before the Heisei Kumi knew Keito Daiki makes it his mission to make the stunning Yamada Ryosuke fall in love with him, and it's going to be much harger than Daiki expected. So! For anyone who read my Heisei Kumi fic, this is the Ariyama spinoff I said I'd write! And if you didn't read it, please go check it out. The first chapter can be found here.
A/N: So, 1st chapter! Yay! I...I'm really nervous. So..yeah. Just, please if you like it, do comment. Feedback keeps me posting!
Years before Keito Okamoto joined the Kitagawa Yakuza Group, Johnny Kitagawa was still alive, and the Heisei Kumi only had nine boys living in their main house. Arioka Daiki was only sixteen, yet he had earned the nickname 'The Dragon'-due to his violent ruthlessness, strength, and the fierce tattoo he'd had on his back since the mere age of nine-and had made himself one of the toughest members of the Heisei Kumi, granting him a place in the Kumi-cho's home. He shared a room with his best friend, Inoo Kei, and spent his days swindling girls, beating up people that frustrated him, and playing cards with the other Kumi members. Daiki was usually a simple minded person, but today he found himself outside the door to Yamada and Ryutaro's bedroom, his curiosity getting the better of him.
He put his ear to the door, listening to the quiet sobs in the other room. Why was Yamada crying? Daiki was about to go in when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around. Ryutaro gave him a look, shaking his head. No.
"It's nothing. He got a tattoo today. You know how much tebori hurts. Just give him time." The younger boy whispered, and Daiki nodded, walking downstairs and flopping on the couch. He was annoyed now. He knew he should leave Yamada alone, but the littler boy was hurting, and something weird in his heartmade him want to be in there with him. That feeling had been revealing itself recently, and it was annoying the hell out of him.
"Dinner!" Inoo called, peeking his head around the doorway. Daiki looked up, nodding and standing up, pushing that unnamed feeling to the back of his chest. He wouldn't think about it anymore. Yamada was the last to join them at the dinner table, his face held no sign that he was in pain, but he favored his right arm, clumsily using his left hand to hold his chopsticks. No one commented, although Yuto took pity on his friend, occasionally feeding him himself. Another feeling flared up in Daiki's chest as he watched Yamada smile gratefully at Yuto when the boy put his chopsticks to Yamada's lips. This one he knew. Jealousy. It was burning and writhing inside of him, and he hated the way Yuto was so nonchalantly able to make everything better in Yamada's world. He cursed himself. He was unreasonable. He sat in silence, his stomach boiling as he tried-and failed-to ignore Yamada and Yuto. Once dinner was over he planned to escape to the room he shared with Inoo, but was stopped by a tentative
"Arioka-kun..." It was Yamada, his face set.
"Yeah?"
"Can you help me with something? Come..." The younger boy led him to the bathroom, gently taking off his oversized hoodie and locking the door once they got there. Fresh on Yamada's bicep was the new tattoo, a band of sakura, the branch wrapping itself around his arm, the delicate flowers beautiful against his skin. It was rather surprising that Yamada had gotten a tattoo-he was only...how old again? Fourteen, right?
"I...I got this for Yuto-kun...it's a surprise, and I want to take care of it...and you have one, so I was hoping you could help..." Yamada explained, looking nervous. Daiki nodded, and he washed his hands, lathering them with soap and gently washing where Yamada's new tattoo was stark against the pale creamy skin, remembering just how tender he had been after each of his tattooing sessions; his dragon had been completed in multiple two hour sessions, and after each it hurt to move at all, his back screaming at him for the torture he was putting it through. But he was tough.
Once that was finished he applied an antibiotic cream, rubbing it into the skin to keep infection away, his eyes trailing to Yamada's face; the warm brown eyes...the chubby red cheeks...the soft pink lips...
"Ne Yamada, can we kiss?" The words were out before he even realized he had thought them. Yamada's reaction was immediate, he jerked away, sending Daiki a look of pure terror, and crashing into the door, his hands already fiddling with the knob as his eyes filled with panicked tears. With one last awful glance Yamada shoved the door open, and was gone. What the hell had he just done? Kiss; really? And now Yamada thought...what had he been thinking?! Suddenly, Yuto was there, and then a moment later the younger boy’s fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling into the sink, hitting the counter painfully. Yuto grabbed him by the collar, threatening.
"You really scared him you fucking bastard; what the hell?!" Yuto stared at him for a moment, searching his face for an answer. Realizing that Daiki didn't have one he let go, forcing Daiki's back into the countertop and storming out, anger rolling off of his thin body in waves.
"Now, let me get this straight...you asked Yamada if you could kiss?!" It was late in the night, and Daiki and Inoo were sitting up in bed in their room talking, like they usually did. Daiki had just finished recounting how he had gotten the lovely bruise on his jaw line, and Inoo wasn't quite believing the story.
"Yeah; how many times do I have to tell you? I said Can we kiss? and then he freaked out and left; then Yuto stormed in, punched me, yelled and left."
"Wow...you....I mean..." Inoo fell into silence for a second.
"Why didn't you tell me you liked Yamada?"
"WHAT?!" Daiki shot up from where he had been laying in bed, eyes wide. Inoo sent him a slightly hurt, completely confused glance.
"I like Yamada?!" Daiki asked, surprised. Inoo whacked himself in the forehead, sighing.
"Oh my goodness Arioka Daiki. If you want to kiss someone then yes; you probably like them. Dumb-ass."
Daiki threw himself on his bed, moaning a bit. He only allowed himself to relax like this when he was with Inoo; the older boy was his most important companion, and the only person he had ever picked as a friend, although the other boys in the house were important now, he simply couldn't trust them like he trusted Inoo.
"Now what do I do?" He asked. He'd never liked anyone before. Inoo reached over and whacked him gently on the head, giggling.
"You do shit to make him like you back!"
"Like what?" Daiki didn't really talk with Yamada. Well, he did, but not about anything deep. They didn't hang out just the two of them or anything.
"Well for starters, you could apologize."
"No. I don't apologize; ever." Inoo snorted.
"True. You never apologized for the shit you put me through." Daiki sent his friend a look.
"Goodnight, Dai-chan." Inoo announced, giving Daiki a small hug and crawling into his bed, snuggling into the pillow and shutting his eyes. Daiki too rolled into bed, muttering his own goodnight before falling asleep. He'd think about what to do about his situation with Yamada tomorrow.
That was all he managed to think about once tomorrow arrived. He couldn't concentrate at all during the day, not even during a date with the girl he was swindling, or during his chess match with Takaki, which he managed to lose brilliantly-to everyone's shock. He rarely lost when it came to chess. All he thought about was the conversation with Inoo.
"I like Yamada?! That had been a fact that-now acknowledged, threw itself in his face every time the younger boy walked into the room, in all of his beauty.
"Now what do I do?"
"Well for starters, you could apologize."
"ARGH!" Daiki yelled in frustration, startling Yabu and Takaki whom were in the room. He didn't notice, storming out of the house, and finding Yamada, who was practicing sword fighting in the alley.
"A-Arioka-kun...?" Yamada asked, surprised and nervous. Daiki just stood there silent for a second, building up his nerves.
"I'm sorry!" The words felt weird on his tongue, but he meant them; he was sorry for scaring Yamada the way he had. He bowed, and rushed back in the house, not looking in Yamada's eyes, heart pounding in his ears. He rushed up to his room, startling Inoo, who had been reading on his bed.
"There. I freaking did it." That caught Inoo's attention.
"You apologized?!" His friend asked, sitting up and putting his book aside. Daiki nodded.
"So you're serious about this, huh?" Butterflies erupted in his stomach, but he nodded. He would make Yamada love him. He had decided.
"Dinner!" Yabu's yell rang up the staircase, and they both hurried to the table, dropping their conversation. After dinner they had a mass card game with the nine of them, Hikaru winning in the end.
"Okay, I'm going to bed." Yamada declared, standing up and putting his cards down. Daiki stood up too, flashing Yamada a smile.
"Goodnight Yamada～" He said, attempting to give the younger boy a hug. Yamada shoved him away, taking a step back before climbing the stairs two at a time and disappearing into his room. A hollow feeling filled his chest, leaving Daiki feeling empty and cold. Damn it.
This pattern happened regularly for the rest of the week, Daiki getting more and more frustrated with himself every time he was pushed away.
"What the hell am I doing wrong?!" He asked himself desperately one night, at a loss. To his surprise, he got an answer.
"Try doing something for him instead of forcing yourself on him all the time. He probably thinks you just wanna get in his pants." Ryutaro suggested, sitting down on the couch next to Daiki and giving him a look.
"Like what?"
"C'mon, you can think of something. Something only you can do." Daiki thought. And he thought. And he finally managed to think of something.
"Yamada, I'm gonna teach you how to play chess!" He declared the next day, and Yamada turned to look at him, confused.
"Why?" Daiki's confidence immediately faltered.
"It seems like a good thing to know, don't you think? You might even have fun..." He tried to promote his services. Yamada thought about it for a second, before nodding.
"Okay, Arioka-kun. I'll try my best!" Yes. Daiki led him to the living room, where he had set up his chess board and they sat on either end, Yamada examining the pieces carefully. He was so beautiful when he was focusing seriously on something.
"The object of the game is to get the other players King. If you get the King you win. Okay?" Yamada nodded in understanding.
"Okay, this is the rook..." Daiki began, picking up each piece and telling the younger boy what they were called and how they moved. Yamada listened intently and asked questions, and once Daiki was done explaining he repeated it all back to the older boy. Whatever he had messed up on was reexamined, and in that manner they completed the lesson of the day.
"Tomorrow we'll actually begin to play, okay?" Daiki offered, and Yamada nodded. Daiki smiled his best smile as Yamada walked away. This was perfect! He had his excuse to be with Yamada every day, and Yamada wasn't giving him looks of fear or rejecting him in any way.
The next days were a continuation of the lesson before, Daiki trying his best to make sure Yamada enjoyed it, not being too serious and staying as patient as possible. Then, one day the unthinkable happened.
Daiki's eyes widened as he searched the chess board. How had this...?! Wait, this couldn't be right. No there was a way out of this he could-
"Checkmate." Yamada announced, his voice barely veiling his excitement as he took Daiki's king, holding it in his hand with a sly smile.
Daiki sat there for a second, comprehending. It had only been two weeks since he had begun their lessons. Only two weeks, and Yamada was this good already?
"Well, I guess you don't need these lessons anymore." He muttered. Yamada smiled.
"Thank you for teaching me, Arioka-kun."
"Can we...be friends, at least?" Daiki asked, offering Yamada his hand.
"You were always my friend, Arioka-kun." Yamada said with a smile, taking it tentatively and shaking it, making Daiki break out in a huge grin, his heart light.
"I won." Yamada announced at dinner that night. "I beat Arioka-kun at chess." Everyone gave him shocked looks, but Daiki didn't care. He was too happy. Yamada considers me a friend.
That night Inoo pestered him into telling him all of the details, a little grin on his face.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" He asked. Daiki grinned, a happy little fluffiness in his stomach.
The fluffiness was gone the next day when Ryutaro and Yuto burst into the house, out of breath and shaking, wild looks in their eyes. Everyone in the room stood up, shocked by the suddenness and the boys expressions.
"Ryu?!" Chinen's eyes searched the younger boys face, confused and scared.
"K-Kumi-cho..." Ryutaro mumbled, breathing heavy. "...The....the Wakaba. We managed to outrun them...but...it was close. They wanted...a fight." Yuto and Ryutaro recounted the story through their heavy breathing, Yamada getting the both of them cups of water, the two boys gulping it down, ravenous. As Daiki listened he felt himself growing angry. Those Wakaba bastards were demons from hell.
"The Wakaba want a fight huh?" Chinen said almost to himself, the little Kumi-cho submersed in thought.
"I'm calling a meeting in...two hours. Inform the others. Everyone had better be here."
Chinen retreated to his office, not emerging until his designated meeting was about to start; he himself the last one to arrive.
"The Wakaba want a fight; and we're going to give them one." He announced, once the meeting had started. Daiki nodded. He'd been expecting something along those lines.
"So, in a month we attack. Until then we're going to train-a lot. I'm not having any crazy accidents, like before. Understand?"
Eight "Yes, Kumi-cho."'s echoed throughout the room, and Chinen smiled his cute smile.
"Good."
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