[It's not his fault, he's just naturally intense! But without Makishima's familiar scolding, Tadokoro keeps his look fixed on his friend, waiting for the name to spill from his lips. Just who could it be that... makes Makishima hide his face like that?

He's embarrassed... And Tadokoro only leans in, stare almost piercing, until the moment the name escapes his lips. Toudou. As in Toudou the noisy from Hakone, the one who calls and messages Makishima's phone every few hours, the one who's been obsessed with being his rival and biking buddy since the start of forever. Hell, Tadokoro isn't even sure when their odd rivalry started.

But a few seconds of just staring, he finally cracks a smile. He feels like he should've known.]

Him, huh. [His smile, if anything, just grows a little.] Given how much you guys talk, I should have guessed chatterbox had the hots for ya. Wasn't sure you had the hots for a guy at all, really, but... can't say I'm too surprised, knowing you.

[He's teasing, at that one. But for serious though:] Really, Makishima. Opinion's still the same. Just tell him yes. But if you come back broken-hearted, least I know who's neck to break.