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"So good."
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[Y]ou slid open the door to your apartment, the familiar scent cinnamon washing over you as you bent down to change your shoes, the wooden genkan cool against your feet. The moment you straightened up, Sayuri came rushing from the living room, her face a mixture of relief and concern.
"Y/n! What the fuck!?" her voice was almost a squeak as she wrapped her arms around you.
You stumbled but immediately hugged her back, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry, it was a last-minute thing. I promise you, nothing too drastic happened," you assured while she pulled back, searching your face for any signs of trouble. "You could have at least sent a text. I was about to call the police!"
You offered her a sheepish smile, thankful that the police would have been her first go-to and not Daishou. "I should have. I promise it won't happen again and I'll tell you about it later tonight."
Sayuri sighed, the concern on her expression slowly dissipating as she melted into your arms. "Alright. Just...don't do that again. You scared me."
You nodded, giving the girl a reassuring squeeze before heading to your bedroom. As you closed the door behind you, you let out a long breath, feeling the exhaustion of the past 24 hours catch up with you. You tossed your bag on the bed, and Kenma's grey hoodie fell out. You had almost forgotten that you took it. Quickly, you scooped it up and shoved it into your wardrobe, not wanting to arouse any more suspicion from Sayuri.
