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"You're worrying about Haru-chan again."
Makoto blinked and looked up from his homework. "How did you know?"
Nagisa got up from his bed and leaned over his friend. "You get a little wrinkle just -" cool fingers touched Makoto's forehead, "there. If you don't stop thinking so much, Mako-chan, it might become permanent!"
It was such an absurd thing to say. No...it was so odd to be the one that someone else was concerned about. Makoto swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. "I don't know how to stop," he said.
Nagisa smiled. "Let me help," he said, and leaned in.