"Hey, Saru…. Ever thought of getting married one day?"

Fushimi glanced at his friend who seemed to be looking at a couple a few distances away. He quickly averted with a light snort. "Why would I?" he wasn't interested in those types of relationships anyway. If Yata was thinking of marriage, then he hoped he would just forget it. At times, he thought of Yata being hopeless as he could barely talk to a girl.

Fushimi didn't want Yata to be married off to someone else. They wouldn't be together as much anymore. It may seem selfish in someone else's view, but for Fushimi, Yata was the only person he cared; the only friend he had; the only friend that made this boring world matter. Yata had become his world ever since their meeting two years ago in 7th grade.

"Misaki…" he breathed.

"Don't worry, Saru, I'm not going anywhere! Nor will I ever get married!" Yata chimed with a cheerful, yet assured grin.

Fushimi tilted his head only side glancing at his best friend. He couldn't help but give a light smile. He and his Misaki would be in their own world forever.

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bwah…. Very, very short! Although, there was an extension after their middle school years… it has a crossover hint.

Not sure how to end this thing as it was just a drabble and just wrote whatever! Haha….