A/N: Inspired after spamming the ED to Barakamon, I'd imagine this takes place after the first couple of nights Handa spends back in Tokyo. Sorry not sorry c:
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~I Miss You Guys
Empty.
He sat at the table, his untouched microwaved food sitting in front of him.
It was silent in the house, his father off judging some exhibition and his mother gone at the market.
Alone.
It had been a while since Handa had such peace to himself. He should be glad, should be happy to have such tranquility.
"SENSEI!"
He instinctively looked up, expecting Naru to come head butting into him.
In her place stood an empty wall. Handa quickly berated himself, Naru couldn't possibly be here in Tokyo. He had left them all without a word. He wondered if they were mad, maybe they hadn't even noticed.
There was a heavy, hollow feeling in his chest, a void threatening to swallow him whole. Idly, Handa wondered if he had a heart disease. There was no other explanation to the ache he felt.
His face felt wet.
"Eh?" It was getting hard to see out of his blurred eyes.
He brought up his hand and wiped his eyes. They blurred again.
His mind was too blank to register the tears running down his face.
Instead, memories of the island were flooding through.
Naru and her ever present smile and enthusiasm.
Hina and her shy demeanor and outbursts of tears.
Hiro and his calm presence coupled with a bowl of food.
Miwa and her energetic and straightforward spirit.
Tama and her passion for Shounen manga.
Aki, Kentarou, the Village Chief, and all the other villagers...
"Ah..." Handa breathes out. His lips curve upwards and his eyes crinkle despite all the tears that are running down his face, faster than ever.
"So that's what it was."
The food remains untouched as he gets up to make a call to Kawafuji.
I miss you guys.