The fact that they were in a male club’s locker room (an area whose pungency guaranteed that no self-respecting girl would enter) seemed to be lost to him. One of my fans must have left it for me,” said Toudou as he (sexily) ran a hand through his hair, still damp from early morning practice. “Haha, it’s difficult being this popular. “Toudou, quit leaving your shi-“ But before Arakita could complete his sentence, his thin eyebrows rose so high in surprise that they almost reached his hairline. Beautiful little chocolate pieces shone like gems from within the plastic packaging. Arakita sneered in annoyance as he withdrew a clear cellophane bag tied with a bright blue ribbon from his clubroom locker.
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