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SHOTO SADLY WALKED THROUGH THE STREETS OF MUSUTAFU, the last hours of the daylight fading on the horizon. "...I've lost y/n...All I have left of her...is this hair clip..."
Shoto gazed down into his palm, holding his beloved princess' golden hair accessory. "...Will I ever...
find her again?"
"Shoto...You're being dramatic."
Shoto whipped around to see y/n sitting tiredly on the sidewalk, her heels off her feet and her bags scattered around her. "Y/n!!" He beamed, bending down to her and hugging her tightly around her neck. "I've been so worried about you!"
She laughed. "Sorry, Shoto. Your fan girls ran me off and I couldn't find you for hours." She lied, hugging him back.
He pulled away, cupping her face gently. "No one has hurt you, correct? Are you alright?"
"I'm perfectly fine, don't worry!" Y/n assured. Shoto then held out her hair clip, returning it to her. "I found this on the road."
"My hair clip! Thank you! I'm always losing my hair accessories." She chuckled, taking the clip and securing it back into her hair.
Shoto sat next to her on the ground, watching as people and carriages passed by them on the streets. "...I saw something I wish I didn't see." He mumbled, making y/n turn to him.
"What did you see?"
"...There were so many people...living on the sides of the streets. Begging for money, food, water...The clothes they wore were tattered and torn..." He whispered sadly, looking down at his hands.
Y/n bit the inside of her mouth. So he's seen where I'm from... "You know...I've heard a lot about Japan...mainly about the history during your fathers' reign."
