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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

𝐇𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲... 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐧 :-

☞︎︎︎ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀɴɢ ɪs ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴜᴘ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ 4
ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ʜɪᴄʜ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ɴᴏᴡ sᴏ ᴛʜᴇ
sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪs ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ.

☞︎︎︎ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴛ
ᴛɪᴍᴇs; ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴅɪsᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ᴀᴅᴠɪsᴇᴅ.

☞︎︎︎ ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ғʟᴜғғ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɢsᴛ sᴏ ʙᴇᴡᴀʀᴇ.
ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟsᴏ
ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

☞︎︎︎ ʟᴀsᴛʟʏ, ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ
ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ
ʀᴇᴀʟ, sᴏ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇsᴇᴍʙʟᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴀʀᴇ
ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ.

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It has been four years.

Four years since Nobita moved out.

Things have changed in Tokyo.
The gang was in high school now, all grown and grooved up.

Summer break was about to end and their 11th grade classes were to start soon.

--𝙺𝙽𝙾𝙲𝙺 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝙲𝙺--

Kiyoshi was lying on the couch, with a girl in his arms. They were kissing when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Fuck-!!" He squealed out, pushing the girl away from him, flustered.

"What's wrong, K?" She asked, pouting.

"That right there at the door. That's my nagging caretaker." Kiyoshi replied, buttoning up the two top buttons that were undone on him.

"So what?"

"So what?!" Kiyoshi repeated after her in surprise, "He's gonna freak if he finds out about us."

From outside, a call came in, "Hey Kiyoshi. Open up. It's time for your tuition."

"He doesn't know you're dating?" The girl asked, getting up from the couch.

"No. He doesn't know I'm dating you. He thinks I'm only with Shinobe."

"That boring wuss of a girl?"

"Don't say it that. It's mean." Kiyoshi remarked and gestured her to hide, while he marched towards the door.

She nodded and disappeared from sight.

Kiyoshi opened the door, after cleaning himself up and scratching the back of his head, he said innocently, "Heeyyyy, Doraemon. What's up?"

Doraemon put his hands on his hips and asked skeptically, "What were you doing inside, might I ask?"