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Minato Arisato is not a SFIT student, nor is he even that technologically smart. That was more of Fuuka's thing, and she's actually the only reason why he's on this campus at all. He was visiting her at the Ito Ishioka Laboratory earlier that semester, bringing her some food and the research notes she forgot at his apartment the day before. If it weren't for their chance encounter that day, he and Tadashi Hamada may never have spoken. It's funny how coincidences work.
But now, Minato's face is a known one around the lab. He visits often enough. He sits around in Tadashi's laboratory often enough. They haven't gone all that public with their relationship but everyone knows anyway; there was no room for doubt after the way Honey screamed and swung them both around in hugs.
He's at the lab today, too, lounging around on the couch with a book on English 1 opened and dropped over his face. Finals weren't that close and he had no real need to study, but these textbooks were just the right size and weight for him to fall asleep under. It's nearing eight o'clock at night and he's been waiting for Tadashi to finish his adjustments on his robot for a few hours now, but he hasn't been paying complete attention to that for a while. If Tadashi comes and approaches, he'll be able to find the cords of his headphones dropping down from his ears, and Minato's chest rises and falls slowly with his breaths as he snoozes.
But now, Minato's face is a known one around the lab. He visits often enough. He sits around in Tadashi's laboratory often enough. They haven't gone all that public with their relationship but everyone knows anyway; there was no room for doubt after the way Honey screamed and swung them both around in hugs.
He's at the lab today, too, lounging around on the couch with a book on English 1 opened and dropped over his face. Finals weren't that close and he had no real need to study, but these textbooks were just the right size and weight for him to fall asleep under. It's nearing eight o'clock at night and he's been waiting for Tadashi to finish his adjustments on his robot for a few hours now, but he hasn't been paying complete attention to that for a while. If Tadashi comes and approaches, he'll be able to find the cords of his headphones dropping down from his ears, and Minato's chest rises and falls slowly with his breaths as he snoozes.