Marriage in Ikebukuro

Ichigo rested his hands on his knees, panting for breath as he stared up at my victorious form.

"H-how..c-c-can..." he started panting for breath as I waited, sitting on the stairs that lead to I.U's front entrance.

"Track, dear friend. Track." I smirked, crossing my arms under my chest. He panted until he collapsed on the flat platform of the break between stairs.

"I'm so tired!" he complained as he sat up next to me. I chuckled.

"That's what happens when you lock yourself in a room watching robot porn."

"Hey, I do not watch robot porn; I watched regular porn." he grinned. I laughed as I stood up, outstretching a hand for him to grab. He grabbed it before pulling himself up and dusting his hands on his pants.

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"Wow..." I mummered as I stepped into his little workplace. It was cluttered with mechanical tools, bolts, and unfinished robots.

"Yeah, I forgot to clean again." He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously.

I heard a ringing in my pockets and fished out my phone, flipping it open and holding it next to my ear.

"Moshi moshi."