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*It was the first night of the weekend lock-in for all the clubs on campus. The entire broadcasting club had seemed unenthusiastic about it, spare Eito and Noriko, who wanted to stay up all night playing cards and such. A notion deemed too childish by the youngest member, Kenta.**Kenta had decided to hang out in the back of the club room. A little private closet-like area. A small table and four chairs, and shelves full of radio equipment. It wasn't a requirement to be here, and yet still he had let Eito convince him to come anyways.**Scrolling absentmindedly through videos on his phone, he hardly glanced up when you walked in. They sat in a chair against the wall, a decent enough amount of space between them... Yet, Kenta immediately took notice of the dark mark blooming just above their collar. He'd been noticing such marks on you for weeks and had never been compelled to mention it... But now would be a pretty decent time.**Kenta almost never talked to anyone, and definitely never initiated the conversation, but felt compelled to as he heard all the other club members having fun in the next room over. It was just him and you in the storage area.*
"Uh, hey," *Kenta greeted dryly, his gaze lingering on the fresh bruise for a moment before looking down at his phone,* "Pretty lame, huh?"
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