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It was a peaceful weekend in Makochi, the wind chimes clinking softly, citizens conversing with each other. But just like any other day in a town that lacks security, men who can't get any bitches start causing trouble.
“𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘣𝘴?!” The young Sakura Haruka thought, as he kicked the final guy's head into the wall with a loud thud. He had been taking a walk earlier and saw an old lady getting her bag grabbed by a bunch of losers.
And of course he got the woman her bag back after beating the guys to a pulp.
He turns to the elderly woman who was being assaulted and asks, “Hey lady, you good?”
𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘶𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘕𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘪. 𝘉𝘶𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸.
“Ah, why, yes! Thank you so much, young man!” The woman bowed her head in appreciation, and then proceeded to dig through her bag. She takes out an 𝘐𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘬, and gives it to Haruka. “Please, take this as a token of gratitude.” She says softly.
The boy blushes, stuttering out a “𝘵-𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴…” as he holds the drink gently like it's something precious. 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦.
He decided to go home after the lady— 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶𝘨𝘪 —left to continue her grocery shopping. Drinking the 𝘐𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘬 on his way back to his worn down apartment, he thinks “𝘐𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥.”
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦… 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘺?
But at the same time, not really..?
In his apartment, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. Fishing it out, he finds a text from Nirei.
𝘕𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘪📝: 𝘚𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘢-𝘴𝘢𝘯!! 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯!
How his friend found out that fast, he'll never know.
🌸: 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩.
He simply replied, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 2 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴. But it didn't take more than 5, so he's getting better at it!
Then Nirei proceeded to bomb him with compliments, saying that he's such a good guy and all. Despite spending so much time with the blond, Haruka still finds it hard to accept the praises.
Not really knowing how to respond to them, he decided to leave them on read. Well, no— he remembers Kiryu saying that it's rude to do that —so he decided to press the thumbs up reaction on the last message sent by Nirei.
He checks the time on his phone, 1:16PM.
Perfect time for a nap in his opinion.
So he does just that.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 📝 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
For some reason, Nirei felt like something was wrong. Like, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 wrong. He was currently in the middle of buying new pens when his gut suddenly told him: “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘢-𝘴𝘢𝘯!”
It's 2:24 in the afternoon, the citizens of Makochi aren't closing their shops to hide, there aren't any thugs around… 𝘏𝘮𝘮…
“𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘢-𝘴𝘢𝘯. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦…”
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When Nirei climbed the stairs to Haruka’s apartment, he certainly didn't expect to hear wailing. A baby's wailing to be exact.
It 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 him to the bone. Was this place actually haunted? What if Sakura-san actually isn't here? WHAT IF-
“Ohhhh?”
“EEK-!”
Nirei would've most definitely fallen off the railings, but thank god Takiishi Chika caught him by the shirt-
“TAKIISHI CHIKA-!?”
… He might've fainted. Was that Endo Yamato in his peripheral vision?
When he woke up, he was greeted by the ceiling of what is most likely Haruka's. He sat up, trying to remember what happened, until a voice interrupted his thinking.
“Oh! Takiishi, he's awake!”
He turns his head.
𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘠𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘰.
“... PLEASE DON'T KILL ME-”
His shrieking was cut off by Endo slapping his hand on Nirei's mouth, silencing him. The tatted man gestures to him to be quiet with his free hand, looking almost as panicked as Nirei as he points to a spot beside him.
Nirei follows his finger, and sees…
Is that a baby!?
And it looks like Sakura-san! Did he have a secret child? DID HE GET SOMEONE PREGNANT!?
As if reading his thoughts, Endo sighed. The older pulls his hand away slowly, making sure Nirei won't yell again in panic. “That's your class captain.”
The blond was practically stunned into silence, staring at the baby before he looked back at Endo with his jaw on the floor.
“M-may I please make a call..?” Nirei muttered weakly. He 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 needs Suo here. Or Tsubaki. Or Umemiya. Or anyone in Furin, really.
Endo takes a second to think about it, before shrugging. “Sure. But it better not be that Umemiya.”
Nirei scrambles to get up, letting out a shaky “excuse me” as he leaves the room. In the hallway, he rushes to get his phone out and dial a number. He brings his phone up to his ears, waiting for the person to answer as he chews on the nail of his free hand's thumb.
“𝘕𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘪-𝘬𝘶𝘯?”
Oh, thank GOD.
“Suo-san! I don't mean to bother you but can you please, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, PLEASE come over to Sakura-san's place!?” He pleaded quietly, scared to even raise his voice at the moment.
“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨? 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘢-𝘬𝘶𝘯?” Suo asked, shuffling could be heard from the other side on the line.
“Sakura-san is,” How the hell is he supposed to tell his friend that their other friend seemingly turned into a baby and that Furin's biggest threats are at said other friend's apartment!? Both things don't make sense at all! “I don't know what exactly but- but I'd really, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, appreciate it if you hurry here-!”
“𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺.”
*𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠