°˖✧Gaijin✧˖°

°˖✧Homesick✧˖°

She and the others are set delicately alongside a small crowd via the vines. Her feet meet the surface of the ground, and she lets out a shaky breath as she's allowed to stand normally once more. Her legs are trembling a little, and she feels a bit faint from how much effort she put into creating her barrier, but she's very much alive and that's all she can really ask for.

Her eyes find Ritsu and Teru, and she hurries over to them. "Ritsu! Teru!" She frets, looking over their scratches with a concerned expression. "You guys look like you got quite the beatdown. Are you alright?"

"We're okay, Ari-senpai," Ritsu shakes his head with a relieved smile. "It looks like you're doing just fine, though. What a relief. We were worried sick."

"I'm sorry to worry you," she says despite the fact that it wasn't even her fault. Then, she points directly at Teru, shoving her finger into his chest. "And you, mister Hanazawa! What in God's name were you thinking, running and trying to fight against that guy without any backup at all! Do you have a death wish or something?!"

Teru just puts his hands up in a defensive manner, chuckling sheepishly.

"We already ripped him a new asshole for that, kid. Don't even worry about it," an intimidating looking man with a lip piercing and a mohawk tells her, waving his hand nonchalantly. "He learned his lesson."

"Ari!" A certain someone wails.

She doesn't even have time to react before she's pulled into a near bone crushing hug by Megumi, who buries her face in her neck while sobbing.

"M-Megumi - "

"I was so scared! One minute, you were in the room with me, and then that scumbag took off with you and I couldn't do a thing about it!" She cries. She hiccups on her tears, her grip only tightening further. "I wish I could have done something! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

She looks down at the poor girl with a soft sigh. She reaches her hand up and pets her hair, seeking to comfort her. "Hey, hey... none of that. It's not your fault," she coos at her. Her other hand cups her cheek, brushing some stray tears away from her eyes with her thumb. "I'm here now, aren't I? I'm okay."

She looks up and gives Micah a little quirk of the lips as well, tilting her head ever so slightly. She finds it cute, seeing how he's looking at Reigen for any injuries, although rather roughly while grumbling about how "fucking stupid" he is. "Micah-san," she calls out to him, causing him to lift his head. "How is my mom? Be honest."

Micah stiffens a little bit and reaches into his pocket, fishing his phone out. He walks over to her, fiddling with the device for a moment as he speaks. "Well, if honesty is what you want, it's what you'll get. She's a complete basket case," he says. He hands her the phone, to which she takes it and glances down at the screen.

☆Nora Anaya☆

Have you heard from Arianna?

Micah?

Please don't tell me they got you too

Micah

Please be okay

Please bring her home

34 missed calls

She stares down at the messages, feeling a deep sense of guilt. There's nothing she could have done, and she knew even without seeing these messages and the missed calls that she was worried. But seeing them firsthand...

She clicks on the call button and brings it to her ear. She looks into the darkened sky, unable to fathom what Suzuki and Shigeo are really doing up there, but hoping that everything will be okay all the same. The phone only rings a single time before it's picked up.