[... Hopefully, by the end of the date, they'll hold hands. Maybe even he'll be brave enough to kiss Kita's cheek.]
No promises.
[He teased right back, smiling]
Maybe I want to feed you.
[And here they are. At the picnic table where The Noodle Incident happened, he ripped his jeans when he and Atsumu tried to kill each other, and everyone ended up with cold soba on them.]
So, what flavor juices did you bring. [He sits and looks at Kita expectantly.]
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Date: 2021-02-04 12:03 pm (UTC)No promises.
[He teased right back, smiling]
Maybe I want to feed you.
[And here they are. At the picnic table where The Noodle Incident happened, he ripped his jeans when he and Atsumu tried to kill each other, and everyone ended up with cold soba on them.]
So, what flavor juices did you bring. [He sits and looks at Kita expectantly.]