*During the evening at Hikaru's dorm room*
Drac: Are you sure that you don't want to come ?
Hikaru: I have some schoolwork to do. You go and show both of them around
Drac: Alright then *Look at Lucifer and Kyojin* Let's go now you two
*After they leave*
Hikaru:....*Sigh before check his phone*....A message from dad ?*Check it*
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Dad
"Hey is everything okay ?"
"You haven't call in awhile. Your mother and I become quite worried"
"If you have problems, just tell me okay ?"
"Yeah. I will"
"Thanks dad"
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Hikaru:....
"I'm sorry for being a useless son..."
*Meanwhile with Drac*
Drac: So that's pretty much it
Lucifer: And the fact that I have to call myself a 'buddy' in this world....It feels so humiliating...
Drac: I'm not quite sure on how people will react about you guys coming from a diffrent world that is not a buddy world. Maybe you two will get arrested
Kyojin: Until like that ?!
Drac: I'm just kidding don't take it seriously
*At the same time*
Hikaru:*Arrive* Hey
Drac:*Saw him* Oh. What about your schoolwork ?
Hikaru:...It's...not that much. I can finish it tonight
Drac: Alright then
*After that at Buddyfight Store*
Kyojin: Woah...
Drac: You wanna pick a new card ? It's been 3 times
Hikaru: Kinda. I don't really think that Dungeon World suits me...
"I feel like your the one who being a problem here"
Hikaru: ?! *Look at the source of the voice*
Bully 1(M): Your the boy who never find a joy in buddyfight. Why would you suddenly need a new card when you didn't find it fun ?
Bully 2(M): You waste your money ! Just admit that you hate buddyfight !
Hikaru:.....No I didn't hate-
Bully 2(M): Boo your lying again ! Then why you didn't enjoy it ?!
Bully 1(M): Hey hey I know why !
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Fanfiction"Memories are something important in humans's live. It's a thing we can use to remember all things happen in the past. Both good and bad. Yet, humans can't see other human's memories. But sometimes some memories often hold a story or secrets others...
