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   “ OI, KORAAA ! CHOTTO MATTE ! “

Her echoes were in vain , no matter how loud she echoed her call, the stranger could not hear them, otherwise they would’ve stopped and turned around to face the owner of the voice, as well as notice they were missing one of their belongings.

Dashing forward, the blonde made up her mind: there was only one way around to give the item back to the person. Up ahead, she had a dry ground path yet, the crowd was adding up at this hour, and she could not avoid it, nor reach the person in time if she were to squeeze through it: she would lose sight of them as well.

The solution? Ceruleans wandered fast , as she was hurried, travelling throguh the site to find an aid. There were some walls heads up, and they seemed to be turning to a neighbourhood, but could she make it in time?

          There is no time to lose. You have to act fast, Chitoge!

 Thus, posing herself in an acrobatic stance, the blonde switched from spins and jumps to overcome the high obstacle ahead, taking then, a shorcut from the roofs of the japanese houses, hoping to stop the stranger and meeting them ahead. The items now inside one of her schoolbag’s zipped pockets, she surpassed the fences and walls ahead only to land right in front of the owner with a spectacular plunge.

Panting slightly, she curved her frame to regain some of her breath for some seconds; she was a bit ticked off to have to perform such marathon but if it were her she would’ve appreciated if someone did it for her too. 

Extending her hand, and facing the stranger, she opened up her bag’s pocket to reveal the content she was saving to retrieve back , her busy palm awaiting for their grasp on the article.

     “ OI, this is yours isn’t it? you forgot it at the table on the café back there. “