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Mikado would be lying if he said that he truly missed Ikebukuro. He missed the excitement, yes. He missed the feeling of being a part of something, missed being surprised at every corner and seeing the most extraordinary things that reminded him that the world was so much more than the dull and bland experience he had in the countryside. But it was a dangerous city. People got hurt: and while Mikado would be the first to admit he didn’t really care much for others, when it was the ones he cared about getting hurt... that was a different story. Too many times he had seen his friends be torn apart by the city, by his own decisions, by their past mistakes. Ikebukuro was a disease -- one Mikado had allowed to infect his body, slowly corrupting him beginning at his very core. Like a breakthrough cure, his arrival in Niunmei was something to be thankful for.

But he couldn’t help but to still feel drawn to that place where he evolved into someone -- something bigger.

Mikado had spent his last few days in Ikebukuro, blissfully unaware of his approaching teleportation date. He was busy working on creating a place where his best friend could return to. A place to house both of his two best friends whom he loved and cared for more than anyone. A safe place for them to live out normal lives without the pain that seemed to follow them everywhere. He could, at least, do that much. 

Often were the days Mikado reflected on these thoughts, his mind wandering to think about Anri, worried that she was doing okay. He already knew Masaomi was fine -- he’d had the fortune of spotting his friend working in a cafe over in Hinamori. He hadn’t seen the blonde boy in a long time, but seeing him was just the same as always. Masaomi was, and always had been, a bright and warm presence that filled Mikado with happiness whenever he saw the boy: even if he was a little annoying from time to time. When Masaomi’s true nature was revealed, along with his past in gang violence, it hadn’t changed Mikado’s perception of his friend. He was still Masaomi, still his best friend... and to judge him for what was in the past would make Mikado a hypocrite for what he had gotten himself involved in. Willingly.

Still, when Mikado accidentally bumped into someone while making his way down the sidewalk of the busy Yubari streets, he felt a sense of dread filling him. Turning his head back, he caught a flash of yellow; a sharp glare from silver earrings in the sunlight. 

“M-Masaomi!?” Mikado found himself saying, although he had been actively trying to avoid the other male. He wasn’t ready to face him. Mikado didn’t know what to say, how to act, or even how to approach his friend at all. He tried his best to sound as shocked as possible, although he worried if his expression matched his tone. Panicking a little, his gaze fell from whom he recognized to be his friend, a flash of anxiousness crossing his features. Shuffling to turn around completely, he tentatively raised his gaze once more, locking eyes with Masaomi.

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There was something about the thought of a masquerade that amused Hikaru. Maybe it was the idea of seeing others dressing up and trying to attract the attention of others behind a nameless mask? Or maybe it was the fact that a person could easily pretend to take on the farce of a different facade with the help of an extravagant mask?

Needless to say, Hikaru decided to go. It was a chance for a reminder of the parties back home that he often opted to skip to play video games with his brother. It was now his chance to join in on the festivities. It sucked that the party was being thrown last minute; he would have liked to plan to arrive with someone else. But the festivities would be him by himself and a large crowd.

He arrived at the park shortly after it started, auburn eyes scanning the horizon behind the safety of his mask. He had come on time simply because his curiosity had him wanting to know what was going to happen. He was lucky to being here at all at the moment. His hair was being uncooperative this morning and almost wouldn’t stay sleeked back, his attempt at trying to blend in better with the crowd. His mother always said he was nearly unrecognizable when his hair had been tidied.

He was surprised, to say the least, at the amount of people that were already here. When did all of these people wake up to even get prepared? Hikaru knew when he did, but that was a different story. It was like people hadn’t heard of sleeping in. Again: he was being a hypocrite.

He placed his present for the gift exchange, a simple bag because he couldn’t bother with wrapping paper, on a table where many others had already been left. He turned from the table, tugging at the long white sleeve of his outfit, and bumped into somebody.

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❝Life’s a bitch and then you die.❞

So casually put, said whilst he leaned back into his swivel chair, stretching out his arms and collapsing them behind his back. The work day concluded itself at 11PM, far shorter than the norm, yet still lengthy as he had woken up at precisely seven in the morning.

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Misa was more than thankful that her agency had let her have a day off today. She needed a day to just take a break and relax.She was just strolling through the town of Yubari since it was a rather nice day out and she loved flaunting her outfits and being recognized by fans.

Spotting a local coffee shop she decides that it would nice to get a drink. She enters the place with a smile and walks to the counter. Considering there wasn’t a line she walks up right to the register. She looks at the menu for a couple minutes before deciding to what to order. “Alright. I know what I want. I want a white vanilla mocha frappucinno, extra cinnamon and no whipped cream. Also be sure that the milk is 2%. Thanks” she says with a sweet smile.

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School had been long today. Projects, clubs, classes. Now that school was over Yuki finally had a break. Except he didn’t. The projects were still piled up. Two of them due within the end of the week. It would be a bad idea for him to go home. 

He walked to the coffee shop and took a relieved breath when inside. Yuki had frequented here since his first year of high school. The interior had always been soothing, and Yuki was always able to get his work done. He set his bag down in his usual corner and approached the corner.