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Akane believes things got better, he really does, and he thinks Teru does, too.
They're both still bickering and annoying each other but they can tell things are lighter than it was in high-school. They shared a dorm together and it wasn't as stressful as they thought it would.
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"Akane."
"Teru."
"Haha... hey!" Teru sheepishly tries to hide the spatula but the evidence was clear as the kitchen looks like it got hit by a truck fifteen times.
Akane sighs, rubbing massaging his forehead.
"... The food is still edible I swear." Akane didn't believe a single word from that sentence.
"Fuck no."
"What? Why??"
"Teru look around you. how did you fuck up that badly while making pancakes?"
Teru just laughed it off.