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                   ✍ ⋮「    When was the last time he has woken up in this room filled with rows of beds? Wandered through these halls? Seen the face of this boy in front of him? It felt like a lifetime ago since he woke up here without a clue as to whose dream it was or who this vaguely familiar boy was. Not like it was any different from now though; had he truly managed to wake up in Teacher’s world again? Or was this his own dream simply recounting that time?

Allen had to force himself to say something, just about anything. Regardless if he was some illusion or not, he just wanted to confirm that he could actually respond back when he spoke to him instead of the usual deathly silence in his hospital bed. A name was on the tip of his tongue, but for a moment, he struggled to find just what he could call him. It felt strange to call him ‘Teacher’, especially considering the things he has learned since the time they parted ways. 

 She’s curious. Not that that alone is anything new, but her almost uncomfortably close proximity to the delivery boy could be noted. Leaning over to look through the slits in the bag, she peers at his bag.

Nanashi had gone to the flower shop on his own accord (slowly but surely, he was opening himself up to others again), expecting Haruya’s mother to be there. He figured maybe he could help out some, but he was surprised to see only Haruya. Remembering his mother’s incident last time, he couldn’t help but worry.