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♪ Now I'm sure that it's true. ♪

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Yuka has not been attending school for a week now. Nowhere to be seen. Yuka's room is a mess. Clothes, empty bottles of beverages, empty meal boxes, and trash scattered around the room. Darkness covered the four walls. Yuka lay on her bed, tired, sad, and restless. 

Others didn't really care about her absence. Chotaro and Otoha couldn't care less. Ichiro is relieved. Y/N seems to be the only one who cares.

One Monday afternoon, Chotaro, Otaha, Ichiro, and Y/N are eating lunch as they usually do. They chatted as they ate. As they were discussing and gossiping about Yuka. Y/N suddenly asked Ichiro.


‎ ‎ ‎ "Do you know Yuka's address?" Y/N asked Ichiro.


‎ ‎ ‎ "Huh..." Ichiro raised his eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"


‎ ‎ ‎ "Y/N." Chotaro spoke. "Don't tell me you're planning to go to Yuka." He frowned.


‎ ‎ ‎ "Yeah..." Otaha sighed "Yuka is not stable, Y/N. She might hurt you." She warned, concerned.


‎ ‎ ‎ "I know..." Y/N sighed. "I'm worried for her... She might have hurt herself..."


‎ ‎ ‎ "Why do you care so much about her, Y/N?" Chotaro scoffed. "It's not like you're close to her."


‎ ‎ ‎ "Well yeah... But I'm still worried...'


Ichiro sighed and started to think.


‎ ‎ ‎ "If..." Ichiro began to speak. "You really want, I'll give her address to you, YN."


‎ ‎ ‎ "Really...?"


‎ ‎ ‎ "Yeah..."


‎ ‎ ‎ "In that case..." He decided. "I will."


Later that day, after school, at around 7 PM. Y/N dropped by the address with a box of treats. The address was an old, almost run-out, apartment with two floors and three rooms on each floor.


‎ ‎ ‎ "Did I get the right apartment...?" Y/N scratched his head.


Despite his doubt, he kept knocking. After a few minutes, the door opened to reveal a girl with messy pink hair, wearing a stained white shirt.


‎ ‎ ‎ "Why are you here...?"


‎ ‎ ‎ "Uh..." Y/N stammered. "I got worried for you..."


‎ ‎ ‎ "I don't wanna talk to anyone..." She tried closing the door.


‎ ‎ ‎ "I understand that but...!" He immediately stopped her. "At least take the food...?"‎ ‎ ‎ "Fine..."


From that day onwards, Y/N started to visit her apartment to give her food.

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