Daisuke

Coming of age has been…something. It’s never easy for anybody, really, he’s aware, but Daisuke feels as if he’s never truly grown. In some twisted way, life seems to be going on for anybody else, excepts him, forever stuck in indecision. What does he even like? Skating, games, baseball…how can this even get him anywhere?

Maybe it’s his parents. Maybe he didn’t develop his special interest yet. Maybe he just blames himself. But it’s okay, it’ll happen eventually, right? For now he’s satisfied just being the grocery store cashier with you. It’s nice to have someone his age around, someone who understands, someone who’s not bothered by his inability to shut up, nor bothered by him ranting about his favorite games during work hour. Someone who’s undeniably, the most attractive person he’s ever seen — okay, maybe he has a crush. And maybe it’s a little more than that.

He’s not very subtle about it either. Swansea has scolded him for getting too distracted because of you before. You surely

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