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⊰ ♛ ⊱ Saiko could’ve sworn that these were the directions to the manga store, so had she taken a wrong turn somewhere? Through twists and turns in the alleyways and a poorly drawn map scribbled on a piece of crumpled up paper, she seemed to have ended up in some unknown part of Tokyo. Nothing looked familiar to her, at least, but goddamn if she wasn’t going to get issue #34 of Kokoro Paradise the day it came out.

By this point, the she felt absolutely hopeless and making her way back to her house seemed like a maze now. Instead, she turned towards to wander into the tiny store nearby, peering in to discover an assortment of masks and no one else to be found.

“Shit… uh, hello?” she called, entering the store to try and find someone else who might be able to help her out.

Despite the success of leaving the house by herself, Saiko happened to only be running on less than three hours of sleep after staying up to swoon virtual men and walking all the way to work seemed more trouble than what it was worth.

She definitely had been on her way to work to meet up with the rest of her squad, but the empty bench she happened to pass by seemed much more inviting for her to sit on and maybe catch an extra five minutes of sleep.

⊰ ♚ ⊱ — The day Sasaki finally managed to get her to go outside to patrol for any suspicious activities also happened to be one of her weakest moments.

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⊰ ♚ ⊱ — “…” Saiko fell silent, doing her best to keep her expression uninterested, but the fact she took the smallest of steps away from him spoke otherwise.

“I don’t care, this happens all the time,” she finally said, breaking eye contact to peer off towards the side. “I have my own shit to deal with, sorry I tried to burden you with my issues.” the one time she tried to openly discuss her worries she was shut down.

Maybe it would be better to retreat into her room for a week than talk to him anymore.