Recalling a conversation he and the Magician had, Syuu knew how he felt about Gin. He wasn’t going to complain though. Instead, the small plan was devised. He knocked on the Magician’s door, hands in his hoodie pockets.
He knew how Yu could be all too well. He knew Yu wouldn’t have the balls to even confess unless he was either ready or he had to. And the former might not happen, considering he was withdrawn when it came to this sort of thing.