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Shotaro walked into the garage to see Philip writing on the whiteboard (like always). Most of the notes weren't in Japanese, so Shotaro didn't know what his partner was researching.
"What are you looking up?" he asked.
"I'm making a list," Philip explained. "A list of things I love. Like Mick, and cats, and reading, and takoyaki, and the smell of whiteboard markers..."
"I see," Shotaro nodded. Philip was having fun.
He watched as they wrote on the whiteboard in big uppercase letters: SHOTARO
Shotaro blushed. That was cute.
Philip continued writing about things they loved, not saying anything. Shotaro smiled.
"I love you too."