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It has been three years since Akutagawa Ryuunosuke ran away, from the port mafia, and Yokohama.
Atsushi was now 21, still looking the same, still thinking about the man. atsushi has realised his feelings for akutagawa only after the fight with fyodor, he, and akutagawa by his side. fighting together for the world.
But atsushi didn't have the time to confess, akutagawa was gone right after the fight had ended, as if he had a sudden realisation he can do that,
Run away.
Leaving everything and everyone behind.
Some couldn't even blame him, he was one of the big reasons why the ability users are still in here. And the world is safe.
But atsushi couldn't stop thinking about him, especially when he was out of town. Hoping that he might run into akutagawa.
So he was currently thinking about him, he was on a train, riding to a random place, he told himself it was just to refresh his mind after a rough week of work, But he knew the truth, he was just being hopeful.
Atsushi was leaning his head on the window behind him.
As His stop came. he cancelled his headphones and started to walk out of the newly opened doors.
He stepped one foot out of the train and was already getting pushed out by the people behind him.
He quickly walked far away from the train doors.
He decided to walk to his hotel, which he booked beforehand. but he also wanted to explore the new city, on his way there.
He decided to do that simultaneously.
when he walked inside the train station It was early in the morning, the sky was still orange behind the big windows of the train station.
he was watching people come and go by the right side of the station, almost everyone looked the same, he felt out of place.
When he looked to his left he saw benches, a lot of them. filled with the same looking people.
But then something caught his attention.
He saw a woman, a very beautiful one at that.
She was wearing a very elegant dress, with a puffy skirt and a tight corset that was showing off her slim waist. The whole outfit was entirely black with white accessories like ribbons and lace on it. The skirt was gracefully laying on the bench with how puffy it is. She had a cute headpiece on, black hat with a big black bow and white ribbons on it. She was seemingly wearing a fashion style that atsushi forgot the name of. He and Lucy had talked about it once.. Lolita fashion, Right!
She was sitting on one of the benches, there were two empty spots next to her but seemingly no one wanted to sit next to her. Some people even preferred to be standing rather than sitting there.
Maybe because of her style. Atsushi didn't understand why. but it doesn't matter right now, because for atsushi, something else entirely caught his attention.
Her hair.
It was black with white pieces in the front, short bangs, and wavy hair.
It reminded him of someone he was just thinking about.
Akutagawa.
But with longer hair in the back.
...could it be?
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Akutagawa was sitting on a bench in the train station, he just got back from out of town.
He was clearly over-dressed for the place, but he didn't care. he promised himself to change, after he escaped the port mafia. his style of clothing and care about others opinions had changed. Because he keeps his promises, even to himself.
Plus the bonus of people not sitting next to him was very pleasant.
He was looking at his phone, chatting with his sister, gin. no one except her knew where he was and how he looked now.
He would never leave his sister without having a way to talk to her, she knew about his plan even before the fight with fyodor. He was planning it for a long time now.
He looked completely different from before, he told his sister the reason was so that no one from the port mafia could recognise him, but it was pretty obvious by his hair that it was him. So it was just an excuse to look however he wants to. And he knows his sister knows that.
They were texting about gin's new mission, before akutagawa noticed someone looking at him. he might have left the port mafia, but the things he learnt never disappeared.
He looked up from his phone to glare at the person, they probably just thought he looked weird-
Oh my god.
It was the weretiger.
He quickly looked back at his phone, this can't be, this can't be happening. Did he recognise him? Is he really looking at him? What if he's just panicking and it's not actually the weretiger..
No, it has to be him. Who else would have such a haircut.
Shit, akutagawa thought to himself.