Race
(y/n): Why do you always let me win when we're racing up the stairs? You're obviously much faster than me.
Wakiya: It's because I love to see your smile when you win.
(y/n): ...
(y/n): *whisper to Rantaro* he wants to stare my ass, isn't it...
Rantaro: *nods*
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