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Once Fuma gathered his things and tidied up his desk for his future self's convenience, then securely locked up his room, they all snuck out of the campus. As they walked, taking in the cold, lazy afternoon, Fuma suddenly asked, "When did we last get together? All of us."

Yuma sucked in a breath as he pondered, then replied, "Maybe...ten years ago? Before Yudai got famous, I think. For the twelfth time, that fuc-"

"That's insane to think of," Yixiang shook his head, his eyes trailing on the floor. "Why?" Fuma laughed, "We've been doing our own things for centuries now. We don't need to operate as a team anymore."

"That's true," Euijoo started, "But it's such a shame. Such a shame." His repetition was so soft it was hard to catch, a little sad whisper to himself.

They all fell quiet, then Yuma clasped his hands together, "Well, while the two of you handle our tickets, I have to get ready. Yixiang, I'll bring my wardrobe to your place to pack. See you later, I'm off!" With a little skip in his step, Yuma quickened his pace and hopped onto a motorcycle, parked right outside Yixiang's apartment complex, a gleaming hunk of black metal with slashes of silver painted on the side.

"What?" Yixiang nearly yelled, "Why? Hey, my apartment isn't big. And how are you gonna get all that in? Hey, Yuma, get back here-"

The other only flashed a peace sign, slipped a matching black helmet over his hair and zoomed off. Mildly defeated, Yixiang's shoulders sagged slightly, before he twisted abruptly to face the other two. "I want a window seat, okay? Business class, minimum," He ordered, a grin dancing at his lips as he too, brisk walked back into his apartment.

"After so many centuries, they're both still as mean," Fuma commented. Euijoo clicked his tongue as he shook his head, then said, "You don't mind coming to my shop, right? I left some of my babies there, so I gotta attend to them. Also, I have a computer there, we can settle it quickly and be done with it."

With no other option, the duo headed off.

-

Yixiang barely had time to settle back at home before the front door was thrown open and Yuma stood at the door, a huge suitcase by his side. "You could have rung the doorbell," Yixiang said as he eyed his now steaming door lock.

"It was easier to pick it," Yuma hummed, then lightly pushed his suitcase into Yixiang's apartment. He turned to his side and raised his hand, before Yixiang narrowly ducked as a large lump of fabric came soaring towards him.

"Whoops," Yuma called out, with no ounce of remorse, as he brought one final thing into the apartment and gingerly closed the door.

Yixiang, despite his best efforts, was still covered in clothes, and after offering Yuma a few choice expletives, he rose through the garments and stood, before his body became opaque again. "Well I haven't seen that in a while," Was all Yuma had to remark, before he gracefully lifted his fingers and all his clothes hovered off the ground and were directed onto a clothing rack, which was the last thing he had wheeled in.

"So you don't like using your powers on humans but this is fine?" Yixiang grumbled as he took a quick look outside before swiftly drawing the curtains shut. In the momentary darkness, Yuma cheerfully replied, "Yes, after all, I'm not violating anyone's privacy."

"You're violating mine."

"You're so dramatic."

A light was turned on and they worked separately without speaking, Yuma pondering over outfit choices and Yixiang trying to pick a spot to stay where Yuma's floating items wouldn't smack him in the head every couple seconds. Eventually, Yixiang slunk back into his work room, deciding to finish up some work before he packed in hopes Yuma would finish up by then.

He had too much faith in Yuma. Even an hour later, Yuma's things were strewn all over the place, the psychic was perched on a bar stool at his counter, absently scrolling on his phone.

"All packed up?"

"Almost. I might need a second luggage."

Yixiang held in the hundredth sigh he would have made today, "I'll lend you one, in exchange, I'm stealing your clothes for the trip." He eyed the plain shirts and jeans left unpacked, praying a set of normal clothes would be added to the stuffed suitcase.

After an hour, Euijoo had sent them a text message with the flight details, stating that they had picked a morning flight at 10 am, business class as Yixiang had politely requested. He wished them a good night and lovingly reminded them that if they were late they would be abandoned.

Seeing that, Yuma decided he would sleep over at Yixiang's house, not that the latter had much say in it. Luckily for him, Yuma said he was satisfied with his couch. However, after Yixiang had washed up, he found Yuma lying in his bed, eyes glued to his phone.

Too tired to argue, he lay down beside Yuma, who wished him a good night and turned off the lights without moving an inch.