{WARNING: This fic is INCREDIBLY old, has godawful typos and isn't finished, nor may it ever be completed.} A year passed since Frisk freed the monsters from the underground. They now live with Toriel, and every day is a new adventure as they do their best to help their new friends adapt to living on the surface.

While nobody can truly remember the resets, bits and pieces of them still remain in the little details of their lives. Strange dreams. Feelings of deja-vu. Short stutters of time. But sometimes what the mind can't begin to comprehend, the body remembers with full clarity.

Just a continuation of toradora! I loved it so much, so enjoy!