𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙚 | 𝘿𝙈𝙈𝘿 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

free and unbound

Another warning, there might be other trigger warnings for mental health and I will make sure to include them if I haven't (psychological horror); if there aren't, I won't.
But, if I forget, please tell me in the comments, your mental health matters to me.

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❝𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴.❞

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CHAPTER 1

YOU TAKE ONE STEP, entering the place that you've been gone from for two years. You put your hands in your coat, glancing around. You didn't really have most of your stuff, you were forced to leave them back at where you came from; not that you wanted them anyway (they were really useless). Looking up at the sky, you muse to yourself, Midorijima... It's been a while. Your eyes caught a glimpse of something in the crowd ahead of you, wonder if they remember me...

Your Allmates weren't that far from you, they were just watching from afar—the same as always. You breathe out, and begin to walk; if there's a crowd, there's bound to be people you know, right (considering you were—are, friends with Koujaku and Aoba)? You weren't sure if people would remember you, but usually, you had your fox mask on, so who knows.

Upon further inspection, you realize that it's just a Rhyme battle. You catch a glimpse of blue, making you blink. Ah? Is that who I think it is? The chanting of 'Usui! Usui!' loudly repeats around you, and you wince from the uproar. Still rowdy as usual... you force a grin, narrowly avoiding those who were in your path. As you gradually approach the male, you noticed that he seemed to be in pain; he was holding his head, gritting his teeth, and wincing.

"Yah-hoo," you greet, waving your hand in the air, "are you alright, sir?" You put your hands back in your coat, a small smile on your face as you continue to speak, "You don't seem very well."

"...Hm?" Aoba looks up at you, seeing you. "Who... are you?"

You lean against the wall, quirking a brow, "You... Don't you recognize my voice?" You take a small pause, maybe I'm expecting too much, it HAS been two years... A sigh leaves your lips and you take one of your hands out of your pockets, bringing it to your lips. Opening your mouth, you put two fingers inside and whistle with them. After that, you hold out your arm and Ophelia comes flying down, using the said arm as a perch. You continue to smile, "Well? Do you remember me now?"

"[Name]?!" he exclaims, eyes wide with astonishment, then he started to sputter out random words, "You... Where... Wha..." It took a while for him to actually speak, and when he did, he glared at you. "Where did you even go?! You didn't tell anyone about your location or anything!" he scowls.

You laugh at him nervously, holding your hands up in a placating manner, "Hey, hey, it wasn't my fault; it was an urgent matter—OW!" Aoba cuts you off by kicking you in the back harshly and Ophelia flies away, not wanting to deal with whatever was happening. You wheeze, holding your backside in pain as you winced, "When did you kick so hard...? Jeez, is this how you treat a friend?"

He frowns, giving you an unimpressed stare, "Says the one that left without saying anything."

"I left you a note," you say, frowning back at him. Tilting your head, you ask, "Was that not enough?"