( ...It isn't hard to endear yourself to Natsume, in the end. Hiro's his age, but he's simple, and there's nothing Natsume likes better than simple people.
He's also finally glad for the silence of the library, shoving his foot under his bag and lifting it high enough for him to dig around in it. He remembers getting candy recently - he doesn't like sweets too much, not the usual kind, so he was just going to pawn it off on someone else -
with a flick of his wrist, the fujiya milky flies up from the side of the table, angled just so that when it falls, it falls onto the notebook they're sharing.
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He's also finally glad for the silence of the library, shoving his foot under his bag and lifting it high enough for him to dig around in it. He remembers getting candy recently - he doesn't like sweets too much, not the usual kind, so he was just going to pawn it off on someone else -
with a flick of his wrist, the fujiya milky flies up from the side of the table, angled just so that when it falls, it falls onto the notebook they're sharing.
°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°「魔法だヨ」 )