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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"All done?"
You smiled at Osamu as you threw the last of your belongings into the boot of the Jeep.
"Yup."
He slammed the trunk shut, "Aight, let's go. The rest of 'em are already at the gate."
Giving the house one final look, you nodded and climbed into the passenger seat. Osamu ignited the engine, pulling the car off the footpath and down 5th Street. You gulped as the houses rolled past you.
A single day had passed since Tetsurou handed you Yuusei's note.
When Kita informed the three Inarizaki men of it, they were ecstatic, to say the least. Atsumu's whoop had rang through the house, drifting through the cracks of your hideaway that was Kita's room, and you were certain both Osamu and Suna wore relived smiles as they read the letters inked into the paper.
You managed to curate an excuse about falling asleep in the unused recording booth room when you finally went downstairs to greet them, and Kita played along.
Yesterday, the five of you then wasted no time in packing all available supplies to depart. Sunrise and sunset fell on blind eyes as your nose buried itself in anything you could find in the house to bring with you. Kita spent most of his time surveying various maps to determine the ideal routes to take, whereas Suna and the twins dashed off to the cafeteria to skim all resources Tokai Hills was willing to spare.
