Taki hadn't even managed to be here for even an hour and already he had picked a fight with someone. A girl no less! Although he was pretty sure he won that argument he couldn't help but feel just a little bit bad. From all the shouting she was doing she obviously didn't like it here and was clearly not having the best day. Although Taki wasn't either so their aggression was probably equally justified. However, Taki did feel bad for running directly into her. He did hear someone and he was going a bit fast. Still, she was being rudely uncalled for with those comments of hers.

Nonetheless, Taki hurriedly continued down to the address he had been sent by his mom on LINE.

On his way, he passed different things. But most notably to the boy was a group of children presumably playing ball in the street. They looked so carefree, Taki stopped to watch as they danced around kicking their white and black ball between each other, laughing and smiling all the way. It still amazed him that children could find so much joy in such a small and insignificant thing. He smiled to himself, finding his own form of happiness at their delight. Then two adults stepped into the street and called to one of the children, the boy perked his head up with a smile and ran to their parents, embracing them with a smile and laughter all the way. As Taki watched them go he frowned and reflected on his own childhoods contrast to that of the child. He never played with friends anywhere when he was a kid, his parents never were together to welcome him home, he never got to experience the love of two guardians the way that child did. Taki kicked one of the rocks lying on the pavement depressingly then continued on his way.

When Taki finally reached his mother's house his mood had not improved by much. He still wore a look of somberness and almost regret. Though not even he could tell what he was regretting. A lack of a real family? A lack of...something else? Taki couldn't figure it out. But he knew something from him wasn't sitting right. It was like a repeated punch to the gut. He couldn't tell from what though. He just...he felt like he needed something.

"Taki!" a feminine voice called,

Taki looked up to see his mother walking towards him. A smile across her face. Likewise, Taki plastered a smile onto his and went to greet her. Oh well. He'd figure out this little problem later.

"Welcome to Itomori sweetie!"

"I've been here before, you know that mom," Taki replied though he was smiling,

"I know, but it's just...oh, it's been too long since I've seen my little boy!" Taki's mother wrapped her arms around her son.

"Mom, I'm taller than you!" Taki exclaimed, now a little embarrassed by his mother squirmed to get out of the hug.

"Only by a little bit!" exclaimed the woman, who begrudgingly released her grip on her son.

With that done Taki followed her inside the moderately sized house. The interior was had the walls all painted white. By the door was a coat rack made out of cherry blossom shaped to look like a tree. Taki remembered it from when he was really young. It was at his parent's first house together.

Though Taki shook his head, physically trying to remove his thoughts from his own mind. He didn't like dwelling on those things. It didn't do him any good to question some of the things that happened. He just lived with it.

The rest of the room lacked most of the nostalgia triggers. It looked like a standard kind of house. A couple of decorative things showing off here and there, but nothing to the extent of some interiors Taki had seen in Tokyo. It was just a house. Not much else to say. Suddenly Taki's mother turned to him and asked,

"Wheres your suitcase? With all your stuff?"

Taki suddenly became aware in that moment of how little baggage he had. Or at least how little it seemed he had. He set down his backpack which Taki had almost forgotten he was carrying and gestured to it,

"Well since some of my clothes are here, I didn't really bother packing all that much in those regards. Still brought one change just in case. But mostly I packed some supplies and other things."

His mother raised an eyebrow at him as she looked from the bag to her son. Before putting a palm to her forehead sighing and telling Taki,

"You're probably gonna need more than some old clothes and what's in that bag." Taki frowned at this,

"I'll be fine," he responded.

With that, his mother shrugged it off and led him to his room. Takis, 'room', happened to also be the attic. Which, while Taki admitted was fairly cleaned out and pristine, was still an attic. With a mattress instead of a bed to sleep on. Taki wanted to complain, although he couldn't really. There wasn't that much space in the rest of the house, and sleeping on the couch was sure to be just as rough, if not rougher of a time.
So Taki just lay in bed-er, on the mattress. Relaxing after the trip to Itomori. He thought back to the moment on the road when he met that girl. He wondered what she was doing right now. Not that it mattered to him.

"Hey Taki! Come down and greet our guests!" Shouted Taki's mother from what Taki could tell was the first floor.

"Who's coming over here? I don't remember introducing myself to anybody." Taki thought aloud,

Though it was around lunchtime. So maybe they were coming over for lunch with his mom? Maybe they were her friends? Taki thought about this as he made his way downstairs. However, his blood almost ran cold when he saw who was at the door. An old lady (who looked rather nice), a little girl with pigtails, and the girl from earlier.

Taki nearly made eye contact with the girl but averted his gaze to the grandmother as a distraction.

"What a handsome young man!" the old woman exclaimed,

Taki embarrassedly scratched the back of his head. He wasn't all that used to so much praise. Especially considering his job and reputation with people. So this was a rather pleasant surprise. However, Taki looked up just in time to see the girl from earlier sneaking away from the conversation into the alleyway.

"Taki was living in Tokyo with his father for a while, though as of late he's going to be staying here for a little," exclaimed Taki's mother before he had a chance to say anything.

"Tokyo! Wow! Do you hear that Mitsuha?…Mitsuha? Where did she run off to?" The grandmother began looking around with her hands on her hips.

'So Mitsuhas her name…' Taki thought. Though he quickly brought his attention back to the real world as he saw the little girl also turn around and began to gaze up and down the streets in looking for the older girl worriedly. Taki's mother also seemed a little concerned holding her hands together and looking around with a crease in her face.

"I can go and find her." Taki volunteered, despite already knowing the girl's real hiding place,

"Oh! Wonderful! Thank you, Taki." The grandmother smiled at him. Taki returned the smile, then moved aside to let her and the little girl in,

When the two were inside and his mother shut the door behind him, Taki walked around his house to the alleyway to see a flustered-looking girl holding the hem of her dress.

As Taki poked his head around the side the girl looked up and a mild blush spread across her face.

"You know you aren't great at hiding right?" Taki asked humorously, although the girl simply clenched her teeth and told him,

"Shut up, stupid boy." Taki shrugged and began to walk off,

"If you really want to stay out here, I won't bother you. I'll tell your grandmother that you weren't feeling well and went home for the time," Mitsuha paused to take in the information, "But I would seriously advise coming in. It's kinda chilly out and mom makes some really great food."

Mitsuha seemed to ponder the offer for a moment. Debating whether or not to listen to this strange boy. In the end, it seemed as though she had decided to stay, leading Taki to walk back inside alone. He wasn't disappointed or anything, if that girl felt like being weird then she could do that. It really wasn't any of Taki's business now was it?

For now, Taki was just going to enjoy lunch and then probably rest up. Tomorrow was a big day.