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[txt] if you’re really telling me this there must be some kind of importance right?[txt] … who is… doing that even

[txt] uhm shu-san[txt] i don't even have a job yet...

Deciding for himself that the first thing he wants to do isn't go "home", but rather try to make sense of everything and find his brothers at least, Yuma eventually got himself lost and found himself quickly growing into an irritable mood. Though, he decides to venture on, apparently not fully realizing that everything is too unfamiliar to him, until he comes across a certain shop.

Normally, the Mukami wouldn't bother with or give second thought to something like a tea shop, yet there's an all too familiar feeling emitting from it--one he doesn't seem to be particularly fond of... But being curious enough, he enters the practically empty building, only being able to take a few steps before dropping to the ground after tripping on something--someone?

He looks back to see exactly what it is he stumbled upon, thinking that he'll give the idiot who thought to leave that there a piece of his mind--

from: oikawa-san. ☆to: sleepyhead-chan. ⋆｡˚ (:3[▓▓▓]⋆｡˚

"He already works at the tea shop with me and his imaginary friend. Unless he got another job what else could he be doing…"

"Shu-san... Isn't a part of marriage is to have trust in your partner?" ... Or something like that.

"Maybe he got a night shift somewhere. Neji-san likes to work really hard I've noticed!"

"W..What..?"

There's no way he could be implying... That...! 

Finally, after all that preparation- which only entailed picking up his things, and packing a suitcase, Aichi arrives at the doors of apartment 2.003. It’s kind of weird moving so suddenly, to him, but he can make due easily. With a tight grip on the handle of the suitcase that rolls on its wheels behind his steps, he then halts at the door to look at it for a moment. He gulps, a tad bit nervous, not having too much time to mentally prepare himself for a new life, however, if he got this far he can still push on.

Now he just hopes that his timid self doesn’t come back when meeting his new parents. He doesn’t really like the feeling of him shying away from new people, which he does quite often sometimes, but for the most part he grew out of doing that most of the time.

After that, he enters the apartment, and closes the door behind him. Upon entering, he blinks in surprise as he tries to take a look around the apartment from where he’s standing, but the lights were dimmed for some odd reason. He opens his mouth to call out, “Excuse me?” A pause… Then one more time, “Excuse me?” There isn’t a response, he almost felt the still room stir for a moment but it’s probably his imagination. The only other reason he can think is that no one is home at the moment.

"Ah... It won't hurt to wait, I guess." Even though the longer he waits the more nervous he feels. Sometimes it's just better to get past introductions as soon as possible.

He lets go of the suitcase, leaving it by its lonesome by the door to check things out. Well, and maybe fight a light switch. Hopefully, his parents won’t think he’s snooping or something along the lines of that, this is his ‘home’ now, anyway.

However, when he starts walking towards the middle of the living room his foot gets caught on something, and falls over, emitting a cry of surprise. Little did he know, until after he fell over that something is actually a someone.