( yes, and maybe it’s for the best if he doesn’t learn what makoto’s interests are? has he ever considered that learning that particular thing about makoto might be a little more than he bargained for?

the server arrives with the pot of hot tea and two cups, though blessedly they did so after the question kazuya asked. makoto smiles at them genially and thanks them before they leave; he considers the answer with a wry smile impressed on his face as he takes the initiative to go ahead and fill both cups, setting the pot down and taking his own afterward. )

It wouldn’t surprise me. ( he traces designs in the smooth porcelain with the pad of his forefinger. steam from the hot tea wafts up toward his face. ) Those… books and games and things they wanted us to play earlier? You should’ve seen some of the ones I looked through.

( that bizarre version of cluedo he’d played with stiles had been particularly striking… though also pretty funny, admittedly. )