[It didn't help that Masato could tell he was frustrated. It wasn't that hard, honestly. They had grown up close enough that Masato could read his moods easily, and even if they couldn't or didn't consider themselves friends anymore, they could still notice these things. He silently moved to the wall near Jinguji, leaning against it as he massaged his knuckles.
And with that, he said nothing and just waited for Jinguji to start talking.]
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And with that, he said nothing and just waited for Jinguji to start talking.]