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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One packet of dried seaweed, a single serving of instant ramen, one bar of green-tea kitkats, and your helpful contribution of three cans of Suntory Premium Malt beer.
Plastering the largest fake-grin on your face, you scanned the unimpressed expressions of the Inarizaki men huddled next to you in a circle.
You clapped softly, "Guess we're starving."
Suna shot you a glance before slamming a pink-coloured item down in the middle by your feet. He moved his palm and you wanted to laugh while at the same time, evaporate into thin air when you realised what it was.
"And some tampons! How thoughtful of you, Rin." The sarcasm in your voice almost made the brunette crack a smile despite the dispiriting situation. But a part of you was actually thankful. It was a stroke of luck that your period had come when you were still in Tokai Hills which gave you at least another 3 weeks before the next cycle. So the sanitary products were actually going to come in handy.
"I fuckin' hate it here." Atsumu groaned, collapsing onto the floor with his face in his hands, "We can't eat fuckin' tampons!"
"We're gonna have to keep goin'." Osamu sighed, ruffling his hair in frustration.
"Did we bring enough ammunition?" Kita asked.
You lifted both your Cx4 Storm and your dad's handgun whilst the twins and Suna cocked their own weapons in acknowledgement. Kita's eyebrows furrowed slightly before he climbed to his feet.
