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They say it's what you make, I say it's up to fate.

"Oh, is that the photos you haven't shown me yet??", the girl wanted to know as she pulled his laptop closer, her eyes fixed on the screen that was showing a couple of pictures he had been working on last.
It wasn't that they kept secrets from each other anyway, Chiharu had used his laptop and even phone countless times and didn't really think too much into it, but he had never made the way from his kitchen over to his living room area as fast as he did in that moment.

Kazuya had even toyed with the thought of jumping over the backrest of his couch, but decided against doing so in favor of his furniture, before actually carrying out this plan. Instead he shoved the last piece of bread he had been chewing oninto his mouth, only to then grab the laptop and save it from curious eyes.

The look on her face was priceless; the question marks literally hanging above her head before her eyes narrowed at him.

"Am I not allowed to see the pictures yet or are you hiding something from me?", a valid question, but one the photographer only answered with an embarrassed smile, followed by a quick shake of his head.

"There's some stuff I have been working on that's not finished yet and...", trailing off, he left his sentence unfinished.
Honestly, he'd rather have her not see it - not just because he didn't trust her, but also because he'd rather avoid another intervention talk.

He's had those, more than once and he needed them just as much as he needed another night filled with trashy horror movies.
It was why he had agreed to go out when she had showed up at his place, uninvited.

After all it had been a while since they had gone out together and maybe it would do him good.

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𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕.
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕.