Fics like do canadians kiss their homies goodnight?

Langa, who’s been quiet since now, finally speaks up at the moment Reki opens the box. “You know what it means, right?” Reki looks up from the chocolates—the heart-shaped chocolates—in the box and blinks at Langa. “Huh?” he rasps out, barely able to hear Langa’s words over the cacophony of his own thoughts. Of course Reki knew what it meant—he knew what it meant here, at least, but when he thinks about it, he realizes that none of the girls that have confessed to Langa before have ever used chocolate as their means of confession. It was always a note, or flowers, or some small trinket, but never chocolate—which meant that Langa probably had no idea what the innocuous gift could imply. No idea, because in Canada, this was also probably just some token of friendship. “You know what it means,” Langa asks again slowly, “right?” Reki should tell him. Reki should really, really tell him what the chocolates mean, and Reki should really, really tell him to give them to a nice girl instead of someone like him, but— Reki’s not perfect. In fact, he’s far from it. --- or, five times Reki thinks something's a "Canada thing" and one time he doesn't

Fics like do canadians kiss their homies goodnight?

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