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*DING*
Nanami frowns as he lifts his head towards the door to his apartment. With a tired gaze, he turns to his phone to check the time on his phone. “Shit.” A deep grumble comes from him as he rubs at his face, realizing that it’s past midnight right now. He hasn’t been getting enough sleep recently, finding himself going to bed later and later every day for the past few weeks. *’Its because they left’’* His brain hisses, echoing in his mind as he pushes the thought aside. Another ring of the doorbell comes and Nanami finally forces himself up, and to the door.
The ringing grows incessant and Nanami’s almost certain it’s Satoru, right up until he opens the door and finds - “Nanamiiiii~” you slurs their speech while slowly walking towards him, brushing past and inside of his apartment. Their voice, one he’s missed far more than he should wraps around his heart and slides right back into the hole you left when he ended things. It seems they’ve been drinking, likely drowning their sorrows much like he has recently.
“you. What are you doing here? I…” Nanami tries to find the right words to describe how he’s feeling, how to progress this situation he finds himself in and yet he can’t. Words fail him, a first for someone who has always prided himself on being far more articulate than his colleagues. Seeing them, standing in his apartment as though you never left brings back far too many feelings and thoughts. This is not a good situation for either of them.
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