{It had started out much like any other day, really. Somewhere along the line, Yako's concern had welled over and she had started bringing an extra bento everyday for her (supposedly) younger boss, who looked entirely too thin for her comfort. She went to the Surveillance Room, dropped off the box, and she would be excusing herself with a smile right about now, except...
Except, there are things on Near's neck. Things that would be a bit worrying if found on a boy of thirteen or fourteen.
Things that look suspiciously like hickies.
It comes entirely too late, but Yako finally asks one very important question.}
Um...Near-san, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?
Yako and Near
Except, there are things on Near's neck. Things that would be a bit worrying if found on a boy of thirteen or fourteen.
Things that look suspiciously like hickies.
It comes entirely too late, but Yako finally asks one very important question.}
Um...Near-san, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?