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eighteen

⚠️ tw: mentions of suicide

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ERI HAD JUST WOKEN UP. The little girl rubbed her eyes as she saw the empty house, her heart beating lowly in her chest. She hummed as she walked down the hall, looking up at the walls filled with pictures of you and her. The events of last night made the small girl sigh and her lips quivered into a small pout as tears start pouring down from her eyes—the remnants of her old home haunting her once again. As her legs were shaking as she walked down your room, she noticed the door opened and your stuff a mess. With a heavy heart, she walked in while looking around, her eyes scanning anything she could find to know the whereabouts of her adoptive family.

The little girl treated the situation like a small hide and seek game where she is the seeker and her whole family—who are now a big mess outside the house—were hiding and they left clues for her to work on. When she walked closer to your bed, she stepped on the pile of envelopes that scattered around the floor. Her tiny hands picked up the envelopes and twisted some of them around, quickly noticing the names of your father, your mother, Hitoshi, your name, some notes for your closest friends like Mirio, Tamaki and Momo, and one for herself. Eri was too young to understand what they meant but if anybody else had found them, they would have had panic rushing through their whole body.

Eri Aizawa had found your suicide notes.

She quickly ran back to her room, changing her clothes despite not having a bath and stuffing the notes on her bag, ready to venture out onto the world to find her family with hopes that she might be able to fix them. On the other hand, Naomi had begun to roam around the city asking if they have seen you but much to her dismay, you had not been around the city for the day and the last they've seen you pass by was three days ago. Naomi kept her head hung low as she looked at her bare ring finger, frowning as she remembers Shota.

Hitoshi, who had been keeping the student council busy and unsuspicious of inactivity, felt his nervousness rise when he saw your text message. His violet orbs gleamed with worry as he looked back at the student council who were awaiting his answer. "Sorry, what was the question?" He cocked his eyebrows as he placed his phone back in his pocket. "What are we going to do now?" Momo retaliated the question as Hitoshi leaned back on his chair, his feet tapping on the floor as he looked at the seat beside him that was empty—the spot where you should be. Hitoshi gulped as he thought of an answer for a moment. "Well, we continue to do what we need to do; serve the school and make sure (your name)'s efforts don't go in vain..."