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Youji was old-fashioned sometimes. Generally accepting, it was easier to turn a blind eye to the few things that shook his worldview.

He couldn't understand the allure of other men compared to the brilliance of women. It was... unnatural. A joke. Not for real.

Glances of brown and red from the corner of his eye, just whispering to each other, certainly. Lingering looks prove nothing- touches are inevitable between teammates.

Youji stumbled downstairs to the kitchen. His mind blanked- Aya cooking breakfast in football-print boxers. Youji turned and headed back to bed. There are some things you can't explain away.