[ nazuna goes to the bakery every tuesday afternoon, after school. it's a normal occurrence: he has a huge sweet tooth, and it's a quiet, nice place for him to grade papers and put gold stars on them all. he's not really paying attention when he makes his way to the counter, digging around in his bag for his wallet, but then, the person starts talking and he stops.
nazuna lifts his head, his eyes wide and pink. the boy on the other side of the counter is the one who runs in his memories. he's always laughing, calling nazuna niichan-- and he's left staring at him like a fool as he talks, completely missing every single word mitsuru actually says to him. ]
...What? [ nice, nazuna, super polite. how has he never made the connection to this before? how many times has he been to this bakery? is the kid always here? is his name the same? ]
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nazuna lifts his head, his eyes wide and pink. the boy on the other side of the counter is the one who runs in his memories. he's always laughing, calling nazuna niichan-- and he's left staring at him like a fool as he talks, completely missing every single word mitsuru actually says to him. ]
...What? [ nice, nazuna, super polite. how has he never made the connection to this before? how many times has he been to this bakery? is the kid always here? is his name the same? ]