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Harua pities trainees like Hirota Maki.
Having your heart so openly exposed is dangerous, foolish in a way that Harua can barely understand.
What do you do when you get hurt and everyone can see the tattered remains of yourself so viciously torn to shreds?
Or: Harua and Maki over the years — and how the fire between them can't be ignored.
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“First,” Maki glances between them. “You have to promise you won’t like, lock me up. Or call the cops or animal control or something.”
“Did you murder someone? What’s going on?” Harua tilts his head in confusion, Yuma mirroring the concern on his face.
Maki sighs, finally giving up, even though neither Harua or Yuma have agreed to his promises. He yanks the beanie off of his head, his hair flopping down over his forehead, and something else.
It takes a moment for Harua’s eyes to adjust, but when they do it becomes clear why Maki was so worried.
He thinks they must be fake at first. They sell those kinds of things in certain shops and maybe this is just some elaborate prank Maki is pulling on them. There’s no way it could be anything else.
Or: Seemingly overnight, Harua's best friend Maki has grown two puppy ears and a fluffy tail.
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Harua is busy. Between preparing for a comeback and repressing his feelings for Maki, he's working harder than he's ever worked before.
Waking up as a rabbit complicates things.
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Ever since Rush Week, Harua and Maki have been virtually inseparable. Rumors are going around that they’re getting more serious everyday, hopelessly in love with each other and ready to settle down.
Oh, how Maki wishes that was the case.