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It’s been almost a week since his arrival to the city and by now he’s come accustomed to living here. He hasn’t fully accepted his fate or does he understand the laws of its scientific nature, but he seems to be managing all right so far. He’s sprinting against the flow of people towards the trains; he’s late, and not for his job, but his own time table. He likes to arrive fifteen minutes before work, a force of habit he picked up being volleyball captain. Daichi is preoccupied with running, refusing to pay much attention to those around him. So, when his shoulder knocks against someone, it not only hinders him, but the other. He stumbles to a stop and turns to face the one he brutally shoved.