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Shirota probably should have expected the phone call, though he was still surprised when it came. “Aibachii~” Shirota sing songed, his cellphone stuck between his ear and his shoulder while both hands busied with making dinner. It took skill to make good ramen.
“You did not take a picture with my valentine’s present.” Aiba said sulkily. Shirota suppressed a wince, wincing would probably send his cell phone straight into a pot of boiling noodles.
“You didn’t take a picture with mine either.” Shirota whined. “We said we weren’t going to broadcast our relationship.”
Aiba huffed, and ended the phone call.
“You did not take a picture with my valentine’s present.” Aiba said sulkily. Shirota suppressed a wince, wincing would probably send his cell phone straight into a pot of boiling noodles.
“You didn’t take a picture with mine either.” Shirota whined. “We said we weren’t going to broadcast our relationship.”
Aiba huffed, and ended the phone call.