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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE,
emission

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༇ "HOW are you feeling?" Kaede sits down next to Hana, their backs resting against the wall. It's cold and hard, a contrast compared to the hot prickling in Hana's eyes and the fuzzing feeling in Kaede's stomach at the sight of her.

Hana lifts her shoulders. "It's been two years since we broke up, but we'd been dating for like five years. I did still care about her. The way we broke up just wasn't... healthy."

"I'm sorry about what happened," Kaede says at a loss for words.

"It's okay," Hana sighs quietly. "Everything was too good to be true anyway. We had it coming." Her eyes dart towards Renji, who is also sitting against a wall in the parking lot, his knees pulled up to his chest, his expression still. "He's doing worse. I feel so bad."

"Me, too. So does Shirabi. He didn't mean to... you get what I mean." Kaede's Adam's Apple bobbles up and down as he swallows. "Shoma was his best friend."

"They were inseparable for as long as I can remember. The first time Kaoru brought them home, they were already that close. Imagine—" A broken cry escapes from Hana. "Imagine losing somebody like that. I'd feel the same as him if it were you who died, or worse, Kaoru."

"Me?" Kaede's voice comes out a little breathless.

"Yeah, you. I feel like you're the only one who doesn't hate me yet, and I hate you for that. You've always been too kind for me. You've always been there. Since we were born, we just..." she trails off, looking up at him. Kaede's ability to breathe gets fully stolen. "You're one of the best people in my life, Kaede."

"So are you," he responds quietly. His hand finds hers, and he intertwines their fingers before she can pull away. "I'll protect you no matter what, Hana."

"I want to be stronger," she insists. "On my own. I might've gained Mom's ability to stay sane no matter what happens, but I didn't earn any of Dad's genes. Dad was good at the games, Mom was good at adapting."

"You did earn your father's genes. You're smart, you just don't show it."

"I'm not smart," she scoffs. "Kaoru, Dad, your dad, and Ann are smart. I'm not."

"You are, just not in the same way. You're probably incredibly good at those club games," Kaede encourages. "But you can come train with us if you really want to. We go running every morning, then we spar."

Hana nods, determined. "I want to try. I feel like everyone here is good at everything but I—"

"I'm not good at heart games," Kaede says. "And probably not diamond ones, either."

"Huh? You did very well during our heart game."

He shakes his head. "They're not made for me. And Shirabi isn't good at club games, because he gets frustrated at other people easily."

"Okay, okay. You have a point. I just wish I was more like my dad..." she bites her lip.

"Why? Like, seriously, why would you want to be like him? Just because he's smart? No offense, but your mom is so much better. She's unappreciated, really."

Hana manages a laugh. "Are you crushing on my mom now?"

"No, just saying that you're alike in the best way possible."

"My mom always lights every room up and makes everyone smile. I don't do that. I don't know who I'm like anymore."

"You don't have to be like anyone," Kaede continues. "You're just... going through difficult times. Once you've recovered from that, from being angry, you'll be the old one. You're kind, talkative, and enthusiastic— you're many things."

Before Hana can control it, the corners of her mouth lift up. "Thank you, Kaede." She brings their intertwined hands in front of her eyes, scanning the faint scars on his fingers and wrists, some accidents, others purposely done.

"I was... stupid," he says quickly.

"You weren't stupid. You were hurting."

Kaede chuckles. "You're too nice."

"You think I'm nice?" she murmurs. "You just said I was angry at the world."

"You're nice and angry." The corners of his mouth twitch into a small, crooked smile. "That's kind of what I like about you."

Hana tilts her head. "Like...?"

His face turns pink. "I didn't mean—"

But Hana leans her head gently against his shoulder, cutting him off. "I know what you meant. It's okay."

They sit in silence for a while. The sun dips low. Renji hasn't moved much. Shirabi is behind the corner of the building. The breeze passes a strange smell that comes from his direction— he's probably smoking. The others are either huddled up in a corner or outside, scavenging.

Kaede shifts. "Come here."

Hana blinks up at him. "What?"

"Just... come here." He opens his arms.

It's hesitant, but she leans into him, resting her head against his shoulder. Finally having enough courage, Kaede wraps his arms around her. She's warm, a little tense at first, but her body melts into his ultimately.

"I can hear your heart."

"Is it going too fast?"

She laughs. "No, it's steady."

That's a lie. Kaede's heart is not steady. It's hammering against his ribs, and he's fairly sure she can tell. But if she does, she says nothing.

"You smell like oranges?" she adds after a moment.

"Is that... a bad thing?"

"No," she says. "I like it."

She doesn't pull away. And neither does he. For now, Kaede lets himself hope. Even if Hana isn't looking for anything now, maybe one day, she might look for him.

Her eyelids begin to droop eventually. The parking garage has grown colder with the sun long gone, and though her body stays nestled in Kaede's lap, a subtle shiver gives her away. She blinks slowly. "I think I'm gonna sleep."

Kaede nods. "Yeah, you should."

She leans away from his chest to grab one of the thin pillows they managed to scavenge, pulling her sleeping bag around her. The concrete is horrible. They're all too exhausted to complain, but he can tell it bothers her. She fidgets with the zipper on her sleeping bag for a while, then hugs her arms tightly around her torso.

Kaede lies down next to her. "Are you warm enough?" he whispers.

Hana hums a little. "I'll survive."

Kaede glances around once again. No one's paying attention. He shifts closer, and lifts her without another word, gently scooping her up and shifting her body on top of his chest. She lets out a surprised yelp.

"Kaede—what are you doing?"

"The floor sucks. I'm warmer," he mutters, trying to act casual as if this is not the biggest move he has made in years.

Her sleeping bag's half-draped around her still, so Kaede folds the rest of it over her back. Her head nestles beneath his chin, arms wrapping around his waist as she settles in. "This is so stupid," she mumbles. "You're going to wake up sore."

"But you won't."

"You really are warm, though."Hana lets out a pleased hum and shifts a little, one of her legs sliding between his. Kaede tries very, very hard not to think about that.

Minutes pass. Her breathing slows. He stares up at the ceiling until his eyes begin to flutter shut too.

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By morning, the concrete doesn't feel any softer, but for Kaede, it doesn't matter.

He wakes up with Hana still on top of him. He doesn't dare move, partially because she looks so peaceful, and partially because his spine might actually shatter if he tries.

"Wow," comes Shirabi's voice, way too loud for this early in the morning. "Look at you, loverboy."

Kaede groans before even opening his eyes. "Please don't."

Shirabi's already looming over them. "I almost didn't recognize you without the pathetic love-sick face and twelve feet of distance."

Kaede keeps his voice low so he doesn't wake Hana. "Can you shut up for five minutes?"

Shirabi sits down with a loud thump next to them. "It finally happened. After... what was it? Ten years?"

"Sixteen," Kaede murmurs. "Don't make it weird."

"Oh, I don't have to make it weird. You did that all by yourself." Shirabi leans in. "So. Tell me the truth. Were you hard?"

Kaede nearly chokes. "What? No!"

"Are you?"

"No, what the— I'm not an animal."

"You're a man in his twenties with a lifelong crush, and that crush fell asleep breathing into your neck. Don't lie to me. Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

Shirabi raises his eyebrows and tilts his head skeptically. "Hmm."

Kaede glares. "What does that mean?"

"It means I don't believe you."

"Can we not talk about my dick in a freezing garage surrounded by people who lost their friends yesterday? Actually, Shoma was also my friend and—"

"I just think it's important to celebrate milestones, First kiss, first time holding hands, first time your sleeping bag got mysteriously tented halfway through the night—"

"That did not happen!"

"Bro. It's fine." Shirabi claps him on the shoulder. "It's biology. You don't have to be ashamed."

"I'm not ashamed because it didn't happen!"

Hana groans sleepily. "What are you guys yelling about..."

Kaede freezes. "Nothing."

Shirabi tries to suppress a laugh and fails miserably. "Just talking about Kaede's self control."

"What?"

"Nothing," Kaede insists. "He's being an idiot. Go back to sleep."

Shirabi flashes her a charming smile. "Good morning, princess."

Hana yawns and lays her head back down. "Shut up."

"You guys cuddling on top of a slab of cement is, like, the most romantic shit I've ever seen. I almost cried."

"Don't you have, like, zero game?" Kaede mutters. "Why are you even talking?"

Shirabi snorts. "Excuse you. I simply haven't tried. There's a difference."

"Yeah, yeah—"

"I'll prove it," Shirabi announces, dusting off his pants. "Watch the master. Let's see who's up..."

Kaede watches him walk across the parking garage. Nanaka is standing by the exit, arms folded, her ponytail swaying. She's staring at the skyline, bathed in an orange glow.

Shirabi stops next to her.

Nanaka glances over her shoulder. "You're up early."

"I could say the same," Shirabi replies.

"I didn't think of you as someone who'd watch the sunrise."

"I'm not. Just wanted to see what you were looking at."

She tilts her head. "Really?"

"Really. And now I get it."

Nanaka blinks once, then looks back at the sky.

"You cold?" He asks.

"A little."

"Here." He shrugs his jacket off and drapes it across her shoulders.

Nanaka's eyes narrow, amused. "Are you really trying to pull this off?"

Shirabi meets her gaze with one brow raised. "Is it working?"

She pauses. "Maybe."

Shirabi smiles. Then he lifts one arm and rests it around her shoulders.

Nanaka just lets it happen, allowing herself to lean ever so slightly into the contact.

Shirabi glances once in Kaede's direction. He catches his best friend's shocked stare and gives him the most annoying wink humanly possible. Kaede glares.

Nanaka sees the whole thing. "I'm not actually interested in you," she tells Shirabi. "Just so you know."

"Thank God. You would've made me seem like a player if you did."

"Are you not a player?"

"Hell no! I'm delicate and patient," Shirabi promises. "Now, I need to ask Hana something. You can keep the jacket." He pats her shoulder and walks back to Hana, who is still buried under the sleeping bag and on top of Kaede.

He squats next to the girl. "Hey, Hana," he says.

Kaede tenses up. "Don't."

Hana lifts her head just enough to blink at him. "What?"

"I have a question," Shirabi announces cheerfully.

"Don't you dare—"

Shirabi smacks Kaede's hand away. "It's educational!"

Hana furrows her brows. "About what?"

"Can you feel if Kaede's—"

"Shirabi!" Kaede sits up so fast he throws Hana halfway upright too, one hand now clamped over Shirabi's mouth.

Shirabi licks his palm.

Kaede jerks his hand back in disgust. "You're disgusting. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Shirabi wipes his mouth, unfazed. "I was asking, politely, if Hana could feel anything unusual, biologically speaking, since she spent the night plastered against you."

Hana freezes. "Feel what?"

"Nothing," Kaede panics. "Absolutely nothing."

"A boner," Shirabi clarifies.

Hana makes a sound somewhere between a gasp and a cough. "What?!"

Kaede covers his face. "Oh my God."

She scrambles upright, red to the tips of her ears. "I didn't—! I didn't feel anything!"

"That's what I said!" Kaede cries. "Because there wasn't anything to feel!"

Shirabi raises a finger. "At least a nocturnal emission?"

Hana stares at him like he just spoke in an ancient language. "A what?"

Kaede immediately lunges at him. "You are not explaining that to her!"They both go tumbling into a wrestling match on the concrete, half rolling and half smacking.

"Get off me!"

"I'm trying to help!"

"By bringing up that in front of her?"

"She didn't even know what it was! I was being educational!"

"You're not a health teacher!"

Hana is sitting frozen beside Kaede's now rumpled sleeping bag, wrapped like a burrito. "Nocturnal sounds like night. Emission is release. Is it when you cry at night and release emotions or something like that?" she asks loudly.

Both boys stop instantly. Kaede is mid–headlock. Shirabi has his hoodie stretched over his shoulder. They both look at her.

"Kinda," Shirabi replied. "Except—"

Kaede clamps his hand over his mouth again. "We're done here."

"Mmrph mmmphh—!" Shirabi tries to lick it off again.

"Don't explain. Don't even try."

They start wrestling again. Hana, genuinely clueless, looks around, spots another boy—Kiyoshi—and walks up to him. Things aren't exactly awkward between them. It's been like ten years after all.

"Kiyoshi?" She taps his shoulder. "Can I ask you something?"

He looks up. "Oh, sure."

"What's a... what was it again— nocturnal emission?"

Kiyoshi looks at Hana like he isn't sure he heard her right. "Sorry?"

"A nocturnal emission."

He goes completely still. His face turns red almost instantly. "why are you asking me that?"

"Because Shirabi brought it up and Kaede tackled him before he could explain," she says. "And now they're trying to kill each other again."

Kiyoshi risks a glance toward the tangle of limbs still wrestling across the concrete.

Kiyoshi clears his throat. "Um. Right. Okay. Well... a nocturnal emission is, uh. It's something that happens... to boys. At night. Usually."

"Like a puberty thing?"

"Yes. I mean no. I mean, it starts in puberty but it keeps happening after or something like that." He fumbles for a better explanation, eyes darting to anywhere but Hana's face. "It's not a disease or anything. It's normal. It's just... something your body does when you're... dreaming."

Hana's brows knit together. "Is it like a male period?"

"Ehhh, I guess, but it doesn't happen to everyone and it doesn't have to happen often."

"And dreaming about what?"

Kiyoshi makes a noise. "I guess usually something, um... sexual?"

She stares. Then her eyes widen in horror. "Ew! Sexual dreams? I knew boys were strange! I'm so glad I—"

"Hana. Anyone can have those dreams. That's not really what, eh, nocturnal emission means. It's more like... jizz release."

"What?! You're telling me every boy just leaks in his sleep? Regularly?"

Kiyoshi flushes. "Well not every night—"

"That's disgusting!"

"I didn't invent it!" Kiyoshi says, defensive now. "It's not like we want it to happen!"

"Every male that's ever been around me..." Hana whispers, horrified. "You're saying that Kaoru, that my dad, that Arisu—"

Kiyoshi looks horrified now too. "Oh no. Please stop talking."

Across the room, Shirabi has gotten Kaede in another headlock, but both of them stop mid-wrestle and turn to look at her.

Shirabi is gasping between laughter. "Not every night!"

"Hana, I did not—" Kaede tries.

"I hate everything about this," Hana says, backing away from all of them. "I am never hugging a guy again. I am never borrowing a jacket. I'm not even going to touch another sleeping bag. What if this whole garage is contaminated?!"

"You were fine. I am very clean. There was no emission," Kaede defends. "I swear!"

Kiyoshi has retreated to a safe distance. Shirabi, never missing an opportunity to pour gasoline on a fire, says, "I feel like we all grew closer today. I think Hana learned a lot, though Arisu should work on how open he is towards his friends."

"If I'd truly share whether or not that stupid nocturnal thing happened, I'd be too open." Kaede scowls.

"Truly share?" Shirabi repeats. "So you weren't telling the truth when you told us it didn't happen?"

And just like that, they're wrestling again.

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It's noon by the time they finally start walking. Kaede and Shirabi learned Hana how to fight better, as awkward as that had been, and the others collected their stuff to go search for a better spot.

"What about the woods?" Kiyoshi suggests. "It would technically be the safest place, right? The trees, the—"

"No. Time moves faster here. Since there are less humans, animals will barge into the city. They'll reach the woods first. Dangerous animals. And there are more comfortable spots," Kaoru explains.

"Where would the King of Spades not go?" Nozomi wonders out loud. "Maybe the coast?"

"Well—" Kaoru stops. Gapes at Nozomi. "Ohmygosh, you're a genius!"

Nozomi blinks. "Huh?"

"Assuming our theory about the King of Spades being artificial intelligence is correct, wouldn't that mean that water is his weakness? Unless he's, like, waterproof, I think the mechanics in his body would be destroyed if he touched water. That would mean that we're indeed safest near rivers, lakes, or the sea."

"Ohhhh," Nanaka draws out, whispering for some reason. "That's so smart!"

"I have an idea," Elikai announces. "My father owns a speed boat. If we can somehow turn it on... maybe we could travel to Izu Ōshima. It's the closest island to Tokyo. Shouldn't be longer than two hours with the boat. We can stay there until our visas run out, then go back that night. We'd be incredibly safe, right?"

"Oh, and what if the boat breaks the night we want to go back?" Shirabi wonders out loud, shameless. "We'd all die."

"We can bring multiple boats. If we keep enough gasoline in store... it should work." Elikai looks at Kaoru for approval. "Right?"

Kaoru just seems baffled at her cleverness. "I suppose there's nothing wrong with that plan."

"What if..." Hana starts hesitantly. "No, never mind. Too risky."

"What is it?"

She shrugs. "It seems rather impossible, so—"

"No, tell us."

A final sigh. "Didn't my mom and Arisu gain like 100 days after they played this one game? In the documents, I read it was Nine of Brown Joker and located near the woods. If we could gain those 100 days, we could literally relax on that island."

"And let the other people play all the games for us?"

"I mean, if you put it like that." She shrugs another time. "But yeah, I guess. The problem is that it's not guaranteed we'll get that many days, and we don't know where the game is."

"And the game is difficult," Nanaka adds in. "Even I saw the scars on Kaede's father's arm, and I saw him like... once, and there was twenty feet between us!"

Kaoru nods in agreement. "Mom's bone literally bored through her skin. I'd rather not go through that, either."

"This is why I didn't want to say it," Hana mutters.

"I like the idea," Kaede says.

"Of course you do," Shirabi mumbles, which leads to him getting an elbow shoved in his side.

"I mean it," Kaede goes on. "We could bring our own food, enough for two weeks, and just prepare everything for the last day. Besides, we'd be safe from the King of Spades."

"Doesn't sound too bad," Kiyoshi agrees. Shirabi also nods.

"Notice how all the physically strong people agree?" Nanaka groans.

"Hey, no offense, but Kaede's father is really not that strong, and your," Shirabi nods towards Hana and Kaoru, "mother is... well, I don't know. Have I even met her?"

"Yes," Kaede hisses between his teeth. "You said she's hot."

"I did?" Shirabi hums. "Hm, well, can't judge my own judgement. My point is, you don't have to be strong to be good at the game."

"My dad is only school smart, not smart when it comes to surviving in the wild," Kaede mutters.

"And my mom is good at..." Hana pauses. "...taming my dad."

"Wow, so you're saying both of them are useless." Shirabi claps his hands. "Awesome. Anyone will survive the game."

Kaede pulls a face.

"What now?"

"You guys don't know the same Baya as I do," he says. "Everyone keeps talking about her like she's useless and not good at anything at all. Even Shush hints at that, like, all of the time! I feel bad, and she's not even useless."

"We didn't say she's useless. She's just not very smart, not good at sports, can't properly read and write, and either trusts absolutely no one or absolutely everyone."

"God forbid someone is a normal human being," Kaede mutters.

"There's nothing wrong with it! It's just, like, what is she good at? What is her suit speciality?"

"The documents said she doesn't have one," Hana interjects.

"And there is still nothing wrong with that!" Kaede argues. "Her love is her strength, as cliche as that sounds. She makes people happy, which is better than being good at things in this hellhole. Maybe not more useful, but she's likeable. Shush likes her! Who does Shush even like?"

"More people than you'd think."

"No. He likes Baya, he likes his children when they're lucky, and he likes my mom for some reason, yet also can't stand having a conversation with her," Kaede explains. "Which makes Baya very special for some reason—"

"I think you just have a crush on their mom," Shirabi notes.

Kaede glares at him, hard, then looks at Kaoru and Hana. "Are you not with me on this? She's your mom!"

"Well, yeah, she is not good at anything except for knowing random facts about organs, talking properly to Dad, and adapting to new situations, but indeed, she has a lot of love and that makes her awesome," Kaoru agrees. "But statistically—"

"Oh my God," Kaede groans.

"—the harsh truth is, that she is not extremely useful in games. I can't really name one game that she actually succeeded on her own—"

"Your dad would have not survived the King of Diamonds without help. He wouldn't have survived Jack of Hearts without help. He wouldn't have been able to steal the cards without help, or survive the King of Spades, or whatever else he did. Literally no one never needed help."

"No, no— I understand!" Kaoru says quickly. "I wasn't trying to talk bad about my mom! She completed the cannibalism game! I love her, and she's really sweet, and... she's my mom, but—"

"I know," Kaede says. "And you're right, too. But we—"

"—shouldn't talk about this and just go look for the speedboat," Nanaka interrupts.

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"I'm done with this," Baya decides, staring out of the kitchen window. Her eyes are red, her lips slightly chapped, and her chest aches from grief. "We need to get out of the house."

She turns around. Sakiko is sitting at the kitchen table, making a sudoku, and Chishiya is just watching as she does it.

"Alright. Put on your shoes!" Baya claps in her hands. "Leave your phone home. As much as I'd like to know if something happens, we shouldn't get attached to it. Let's go do something fun."

Chishiya already looks pained. "What's your idea of that?"

Grinning, Baya sits down next to Sakiko and runs a hand through the girl's hair, who rips away with a scowl. "You like ice skating, right, Koko?"

"It's summer," Sakiko points out.

"So? We eat ice cream in the winter, so we can go ice skate in the summer. Chop, chop, let's go. There's an indoor rink."

When Baya looks at Chishiya, she can already tell she'll have to drag him out of the house.

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Bright lights beam down onto the white rink where Sakiko is already skating like she's training for the Olympics.

"She's going to fall and chip a tooth," Chishiya mutters under his breath, arms folded across his chest as he stands just past the entrance to the rink, not a toe past it.

"She's fine," Baya says cheerfully. She's wearing a pink puffer jacket, a chunky scarf, and earmuffs that Nozomi once gifted to her.

Chishiya, in contrast, is in his usual sense of fashion— or lack, thereof.

"We've been here for thirty minutes and you haven't moved," Baya says, nudging his hip with hers.

"I've moved plenty. I walked from the car."

She glares.

He glares back.

"Shoes off," she says.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Shoes off, or I'm lacing up your skates for you."

"Yuzuki."

She turns to face him fully. "Shuntarō."

"I don't like skating."

"I know."

"I have no balance. I'm not stepping on that ice."

"You're going to have to."

"I don't have to do anything."

"Oh really?" she says sweetly. "So if I fell and fractured my wrist, you wouldn't feel obligated to come out there and carry me back?"

"I'd call the paramedics."

Baya throws her head back in frustration. "Let's skip the next twenty minutes of bickering and get your ass on the ice."

He glances at the skates she picked out for him: black and simple. The laces are already loosened. The man has no excuse.

But still, he shakes his head. "I am a surgeon. If I fall and break my wrist, we'll lose our primary source of income."

She squats down, unties his shoes, and yanks them off.

Chishiya stares at her, scandalized.

"I'll put them on for you like you're my child."

"Stop it."

"You want attention?" she sings. "You're getting it. Look at all these people watching the scary little doctor being babied by his wife."

"I will walk out of this rink," he warns.

"You walk out, I tell Sakiko you chickened out," she says flatly. "Then she tells her entire school. Then your hospital finds out. Then you lose your reputation."

Chishiya stares at her.

Baya stares back.

It's a long silence.

"You're going on the ice."

"No, I'm not."

"You're absolutely going on the ice."

"I'm not."

"You're my husband," she declares. "That means skating together is part of the contract."

"I don't recall skating being in our vows."

"Well, you fainted, so you wouldn't know." She grabs his wrist and tugs. He doesn't move an inch. "Are you going to let me drag you or do I have to wrestle you?"

"I would prefer not to be wrestled in public."

She drops the skates in front of him with a final thunk and points at them. "On. Now."

When he hesitates for a split second, Baya does it for him. By the time they're laced up and tight around his ankles, Chishiya wobbles just standing up, immediately grabbing her shoulder. He takes one step onto the flooring.

Baya tries not to laugh but fails miserably. "You look like you're learning to walk."

"I hate you."

The rubber mat ends. The ice looms.

Chishiya freezes. "I'm not going out there."

"You're already here."

The moment his blade touches the ice, Chishiya jerks back.

Baya doesn't let go. "Come on. One step at a time."

"I don't trust it."

"It's frozen water. What's there to mistrust?"

"Everything," he deadpans. "It's uneven."

"And you're clenching your ass."

"It's a reflex."

"You're being a coward."

"Realist," he corrects.

They shuffle. It takes a full three minutes to cross the first meter.

Sakiko zips past them. "You guys look so cool!" she calls, absolutely dripping with sarcasm.

Baya pulls Chishiya just a little further, one step at a time, and even though his knees are locked and his posture resembles Arisu, Chishiya is technically skating now.

"I hate this," he says again.

"You're doing amazing, sweetie."

"Please never say that again."

"I've been married to you long enough. I get to say whatever I want."

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🂱 A/N: season 3 teaser officially came out on Netflix's page... DID I READ THAT RIGHT? ARISU AND USAGI ARE MARRIED?!

And Chishiya and Kuina aren't in the teaser. I knew about Kuina but "Netflix Problems" posted the first teaser, in which they did mention that Nijiro Murakami was in the cast, so I had high hopes ...

Oh well