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"Toshi?" I called out, but there was no response. A few days had passed since Ayame and I had spent the day together. Ushijima was beyond relieved that she didn't cause me any trouble...like she ever would.
For some reason, he's been throwing himself back into work at full force. He lives early and comes home late. It's feeling a bit familiar to when this entire ordeal began.
At first, Ushijima was just trying to limit the time we spent together so things would be less awkward. Now, he's distracting himself from the reality that his grandmother was aging.
Now I get that but in the middle of it all, I couldn't do anything. I can't talk to him because he'll just push it off and say "It's fine Y/N, nothing to worry about". I couldn't help but want to do some nice for Ushijima for a change.
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