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It had been forever since Yata last saw him. Even after all this time, he couldn’t help but recognize the man immediately. His blue tailcoat blew gently in the wind as he walked amongst the bustling crowd of city people, and Yata’s eyes trailed his every step.
He couldn’t believe it.
It actually was him.
Yata had been peering out of his apartment window, and toyed with the idea of grabbing his skateboard and rushing outside to catch Fushimi before he disappears out of sight. Being on the second floor from the ground, he could probably even jump off of the balcony if he wanted to be daring. However, even with all those thoughts, Yata’s eyes never left the man who walked on the sidewalk below him.
Only around 20 seconds must have passed, although it had felt like an eternity to the redhead. And, after 20 seconds more, the man in the blue tailcoat was out of sight.
Why didn’t I go outside and confront him?
Why didn’t I go outside and ask him why he left?
It wasn’t until Yata blinked that he realized he had been crying.