#daylen01

For the first time Daichi is experiencing life out Torono. He visited Tokyo, though only stood within the confines of the suburbia far from the busy city life of central Tokyo. Thus, the bustling mass of people is intimidating to say the least. So far he has seen people, creatures that could only appear in manga. He has yet to find himself within a dangerous situation, however that is soon to change.

His second day within the day was just as eventful as the first. His exploration of the city continues, observing that passersby and establishments. There were few shops, restaurants that seem familiar, but he has yet to find a place that could relieve his homesickness. 

"Pl-please leave me alone.”

A terrified voice interrupts Daichi’s trek. He looks to his right, peering within the tight alley. Two large men corner a young boy, their large arms, they block his escape and their free hands tug at his backpack, his shirt, forcing him to accept their advances. This sort of incidents never happen in his small town, and he is naive enough to think that Tokyo rejects such ill manners. 

One of the men catches Daichi’s stare, he sneers and barks at him, “What are you looking at!? Get lost!”

Daichi tightens his grip on the volleyball, his foot lifting up to continue onward -- there’s no way he can take them on alone. He closes his eyes tightly, feeling the horrible wave or regret washing over him already. Black hues suddenly snap open and he jerks his chin back towards the alley, revealing his most intimidating gaze.

Slowly, Daichi’s body turns to face the three, he approaches with a strong stance and intense gaze. The two peel from the young boy, turning to accept Daichi’s challenge; the young boy runs towards the back of the alley, pressing against the brick wall before forming into a ball. There’s no way he could take them on without receiving a vicious beat down -- he accepts his fate. He takes a slow, steady breath in before releasing it through his lips.

“You going to fight us, punk?”

Daichi grips the volleyball in between his fingertips and lifts it up to his chest. His eyes glance in between the two men, deciding which one to attack first. Left. He suddenly lowers his stance into a crouch and thrusts the volleyball at the left man’s face; the volleyball collides with a loud sound, it ricochets off his nose and falls back into Daichi’s hands. His ball had enough velocity to snap the cartilage within his nose; blood gushes from his nostrils and streams down his chin and onto his shirt.

“You little bastard!!” the afflicted one cries, grasping his nose, “you’re going to pay for that!” with his pointer finger, he juts it towards Daichi, signaling his partner to attack.

You messed up big time, Daichi.

He has no other option: Daichi turns on his heel and runs out of the mouth of the alleyway, darting down the sidewalk. He uses his shoulders to push his way past people, refusing to look back at the chasing, vicious adults. Suddenly he feels his ankle throb, his balance wavers for a second and he stumbles forward; it isn’t like him to sprain a muscle, yet it isn’t like him to walk nearly four miles within a day. 

A large hand grips his jacket collar, jerking him back. It’s over, he thinks; he closes his eyes and lifts the ball over his face to use as a shield. He wonders what would Ukai and sensei would think of his actions. Would they admire him, or call him foolish for not contacting the appropriate authorities? What would his team think of him? Would they too see him as foolish or would they stand by his side. The mere thought of Karasuno in a fist fight brings a smile to his face; to avoid imagining the pain, he thinks about Tanaka and Nishinoya dominating the brawl.  

Taking a deep breath to force his composure back into place, he makes his way over to the younger man who’s waiting on a street corner; Clement’s already gathered that the colored lights and symbols direct traffic to avoid collisions.

“I don’t wish to trouble you,” he starts sincerely, “but...might you happen to be from a place called Thedas?”

The bamboo grove was one of Mike’s favorite places to be in when he discovered it’s existence. There was never too many people out whenever he decided to come down there, and he had to admit- it was extremely relaxing to be in. 

Mike had grown used to being by himself, and would prefer that over being with someone. Having a place to go to be alone to get his thoughts together, or if he just needed some time to himself, felt nice. Even with the amount of foxes that made it’s way through the area and his general dislike for foxes, it was still a place he enjoyed being in. He hears the sound of footsteps a bit close to where he stands, and curiously, Mike perks up and looks over his shoulder. 

He felt like a scolded child. “How was I supposed to know the damn place would explode?!”

“Oh no!” 

Darn, that blasted stick lying in the middle of the pathway! Doesn’t it know who she is-!? Well, either way - the mouse barely gets much of a chance to properly react as she flails her arms and tries to catch her balance before her face can meet the floor. 

It took her a little bit of stumbling and hopping from foot to foot to properly catch her balance, but she was able to do it. Minnie took in a deep breath, her eyes closed as she straightened up her back and put her hands on her hips. She smiled to herself, only to open her eyes and find that she had nearly bumped into a taller man in her struggle to stay on her feet.

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‘Adam and Daylen watch fireworks together.‘

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The machine looks up at the sky with mild curiosity... He’d seen something like this before, he could swear it... It was just strange that he had these memories but... 

The blaring sound of the announcement caught the teen off guard.

He didn’t know what to make of it at first. This was a much different situation than what he was used to. The peace and, albeit, stagnation of the same old things everyday was something he’s used to. Sure there was always strange things back home but it wasn’t really something that caught Sig off guard. It was usually normal to him.

However, this was surely something different.

The sounds of screaming and running were a lot different than anything he’s experienced.

Curiosity only got the best of him though as he wanted to know about these monsters. However it only resulted in him taking off in sprint the moment he was spotted. While his expression looked relatively the same, his eyes told a different story by how he felt about this. He couldn’t quite explain it himself.