Each soul carries its own story.
Each heart, its own choices.
A lot of new characters, new choices and new events, ties that will be torn and repaired. The connection point of entertaining and heart-breaking stories. Our story begins with the famil...
Honestly, it felt like an eternity since I last visited the Nakano Residence. Though, in reality it has only been a few days. With finals just around the corner (just a few days ahead) and the girls' still doesn't pass a fucking solid thirty. Today's schedule is history. Translation: Miku might be the only one in the room who actually gives a shit. I won't lie, part of me gets it.
I now stand in front of the Nakano's door; I must have come here dozens of times by now. Well, it has started to feel quite ordinary, but it's still fun! Ever since I revealed my relationship with Itsuki to the others, I feel much much lighter. ''Maaaaaan, sure feeels like heaven!'' Fuutarou must've already gotten the lesson rolling. Better knock the door and hop in.
Or that was the plan. Just as I was about to knock, I heard shouts from the other side of the door. All voices I knew. Are they... fighting?
''...Fuck is going on in there?'' My fist drops away from the door. No way am I knocking now. Itsuki and Nino's argument looks like getting quite heated to the level it reaches beyond the door. Probably going to get much worse if I go and knock on the door right now. Waiting for the voices to stop is the right decision. ''...Hope others can fill me in later.''
CRASH!
The door swings open with the kind of force that bounces it back off the wall, and Nino storms out. We came face to face and locked eyes only for a moment. Hers are wet. Her left cheek is a blotchy red that's already starting to bloom into the shape of something a hand left behind. And I... Oh no... What have you done?
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''Nino, wait!'' Yotsuba's voice echoed through the hallway with a desperate edge to it. She bursts out of the apartment with one sneaker only half-laced, hair already coming loose from its ribbon. But, by the time she reaches the front door her sister's long gone through the elevator. Instead, Yotsuba's eyes met mine. ''Asuka-kun...''
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