𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.
❝ in which you piece together the fragments of your past...
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(a/n: warning, this chapter is really fucking long but i hope the ending makes up for it 😉 its also necessary for the plot so ENJOY!)
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Your head shot up from the book in your hands, meeting Osamu's blank slate-coloured eyes. He stood in the hallway on the other side of your agape door, cocking his head towards the living room.
"Someone's here for you."
You furrowed your eyebrows, "Who?"
"Rooster."
Oh.
OH.
"What is he doing here?" You mumbled to yourself, throwing the duvet off your legs and climbing out of bed, prodding after Osamu. The silver-haired twin merely shrugged as you stuffed your feet into your shoes.
"By the way, Tsumu wants to hang with Bokuto soon so we'll probably be out by the time ya get back."
You nodded, "Alright. Bye, Samu."
"Have fun." You doubted that you would.
You pushed the door open.
"Tetsurou?"
Standing in the middle of your lawn, the raven-haired male peeked over his shoulder at the call of his name, before turning around to face you fully. He donned a solemn look on his face that he failed to conceal behind the half-hearted smirk he flashed you.
