Finally the last one! and my first complete set. Unbelievably late but still. I'll take it.

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Free Prompt:

Kisumi knew one thing. Well not just one thing, for crying out loud he was in college.

Either way he knew something. That something was: Tachibana Makoto was off limits. Normally Kisumi wouldn't care because college; lots of people hook up. Only, he liked Makoto and he definitely did try to convince him to give it a try too. Only to be rejected, multiple times. He wanted to know why. And it wasn't like he was the only one to notice Makoto. Everyone knew. They just didn't know by who.

So after a long day of lectures, Kisumi, Makoto and a bunch of their friends went to karaoke. It was a pretty normal affair, that is until Makoto gets a call. Everyone thinks it's a relative, the weekend was coming. Only one thing was amiss, Makoto was blushing. No, not 'Relative threatening to share an embarrassing story if you don't hurry back blush'. It definitely was a nervous ' What if someone hears we're talking about something naughty' blush.

After saying hurried goodbyes, Makoto left- with Kisumi and everyone else there at karaoke night following close behind. They went past the school, past the children's playground, and past the market all the way to a nifty apartment complex. So nifty it was unthinkable a college student could single handedly afford a room. Makoto didn't pass it though, so neither did his little entourage. Up they went, all the way to the third floor until Makoto was knocking on apartment 304. Everyone was trying to sneak peaks from around the corner.

Kisumi watched as Makoto rapped on the door, spout apologies as it opened, and then watched, wide eyed, as Makoto was dragged into the apartment. Moments passed, everyone was silent but one thought was obvious, 'What the hell?'

Slowly Kisumi's friends left disheartened but also unnerved they didn't have the confidence to just walk up there and check the door's name plate. It wasn't until everyone had left, Kisumi found himself in front of apartment 304.

'Yamazaki'

The name was plastered neatly on the door.

So Kisumi walked home in a daze; balled over with this new information.

The next day came. Makoto walked into his first lecture hall of the day only to see his friends, who he had thought they left on good terms, glaring at him.

Except Kisumi.

Instead, his pink haired friend was just leaning his head on his propped up arm, smirking.

So Makoto shook his head and just sat down.

Kisumi knew two things. Well not only two things. Come on, he was a college student.

Either way he knew two things.

One; Tachibana Makoto was off limits. No if's or but's about it.

And two; Yamazaki Sousuke was also off limits.