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In denial, in perplexity. She didn't know
how to deal with these strange feelings
and emotions budding within her as she
spent time with her six male friends.
Growing up surrounded by men her
entire life, she had been told...
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Back in Yokohama...
Third Person's POV
Izana and Shion had searched everywhere in the city. Not even a single strand of (Y/n)'s hair was spotted. They were out of option and time, stress building up between the two young men.
Izana was gritting his teeth in irritation while Shion bit down his bottom lip anxiously. Ringing noise from Izana's flip phone caught their attention. The white-haired man picked up the call immediately.
"Kakucho, find anything?"
"No, sadly. Should we meet up somewhere?"
"Yeah. You're at that park , right? I'll head up there soon."
"Alright. Also, have you checked your message, in case (Y/n)-san send anything to you?"
"Not yet. Hold on, let me check real quick."
While the call continued, Izana clicked the phone button and chose to open the texting app. There was indeed one unread message for him from three days ago. But it wasn't from (Y/n)...
...it was from Yasuhiro.
"What's wrong, Izana?" Shion asked, perplexed by Izana's sudden silence. "Mucho sent me a message. This is too sudden." Not waiting much longer, the tanned man opened the message.
Realization hit his mind at the speed of lightning as Izana read the message.
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Mucho : hey, we got a big issue here. I think (Y/n) has ran away from home for real this time. She is at my place right now. Something terrible definitely had happened to her. Come to my place if you want to meet her
Izana : you fucker
Izana : you should have called me instead of texting about this important shit
Izana : I RARELY READ TEXT
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Kakucho heard Izana's groan of anger. Shion didn't have the courage to ask whatever he was reading on his phone.
