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Ochako had the magic, though it wasn't perfect. The best she had was a tracking spell, which allowed them to more or less retrace Kacchan's steps. (More or less.)

So, inefficient?

Yeah. It definitely was.

But it was what they had, and Momo was happier to take the extra time with her extra companions to do a better job together than even dream of an attempt to take on her behemoth of a task alone. (Even though she had, at the start, been fully prepared for the latter, the idea was nigh unthinkable as of late— she'd simply grown too used to, too fond of all of them, no matter how short a time she may have known them.) After all, better to take your time to do a good job than rush just to say you did it (but badly), that you're finished (but incomplete).

The happiness was relatively short-lived, however; for one day they stumbled upon this strange little… something.

It was a normal morning, they all swore. Midoriya, as he requested to be called, had gone off to explore the area around their camp at the crack of dawn; Ochako had been stoking the fire for just as long, too drained from constantly maintaining the tracking spell to go with him. Shoto and Momo had woken up soon after and had been sparring ever since. Just as they usually did.

Somehow, even the act of sparring itself had fallen into a routine. For Shoto, it was the first time he could ever really read a person, the first time he could ever look at the subtle expression and body language (the subtle grimaces and twitches, the held breaths and eased tensions) of a person and predict with perfection their next move.

The same held true with Momo; this was the first time she felt able to get even a peek into his mind, to know what was going on in it (because goodness knew he hardly verbalized anything) and respond to his thoughts before he had even made a move.

(Such is a way that two may become one.)

More and more often would their matches behave as though they had been rehearsed and choreographed to the T. More and more often would their matches end in draws, only ever even concluding because they had to make progress with their quest at some point that day.

There was nothing unusual about Midoriya returning out of breath and babbling about some neat thing he found in the woods or wherever. There was nothing unusual about everyone deciding to pack up and see said neat thing for themselves (after their morning meal, of course).

Yet somehow, the building he found today could only really be described as unusual. Would it be worth going inside to explore? They had done similar before, and as a result, often ended up discovering little long-forgotten stashes of treasures (though honestly, more often than not, the currency was too outdated or too dilapidated to be of any real value).

It was frankly hard to discern what kind of building this structure in the middle of the woods was supposed to be. It didn't seem old. It didn't seem forgotten. Hell, it didn't even seem permanent. Was it someone's house? Was it some abandoned outpost? Parts of it were crumbling; parts of it looked new.

Momo glanced over at Shoto, who didn't have much of a reaction to gauge; then Midoriya, who cocked his head curiously at the sight; and finally settled on Ochako, who frowned whilst rubbing her temple. Was this just someplace Kacchan had stopped on his quest, some place which they could all ignore, or was it, for some reason or other, something more?

She hummed aloud, softly, of course, so as not to agitate Ochako's migraine. But before she had the chance to tell her teammates what to do (before she even had the chance to decide what to do), there was a dim, hollow thump like a man falling down, and a gruff voice which grunted, "Who goes there?"

Everyone startled, though Midoriya apparently seemed more so than the rest of them: the hairs on his head were standing straight up from what could only be shock or fear.

"Deku, do you recognize this voice?" Ochako loudly whispered, but Midoriya seemed not to be listening.

Besides, even if he had been paying attention, there wasn't enough time for him to actually say so: a strange, cranky-looking, and disheveled man came stumbling out of the building.

"Midoriya, who is this?" Momo asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't tell if the stranger could hear her or not, but she already knew that she was not liking the way he was eyeing every single member of their little party, like he was some bird of prey and they were each some helpless, ignorant rabbit.

(She tightened her grip on her sword, not even realizing she had drawn it in the first place.)

"Y-y-you're the legendary Sir Aizawa!" Midoriya stuttered at full volume.

What? Was this strange hobo-looking man truly Sir Aizawa? The mentor to Kacchan about whom Midoriya had spoken? Momo couldn't lie, she thought she had no expectations when it came to meeting the man— she hadn't even thought she would meet the man— but somehow, this racoon-eyed weirdo failed to meet her expectations.

The strange hobo man, this supposed Sir Aizawa, paused, slowly shifting his head to face the little green bean boy. "Ah," he said, quite simply, in fact. "You recognize me."

"You were Kacchan's mentor," Midoriya explained, "were you not?"

The man raised an eyebrow, but absolutely nothing else about his expression changed. "Kacchan?"

Midoriya lost his composure for an instant, but he quickly regained it. "Ah, sorry; that's just what I'm used to calling Bakugou." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

Sir Aizawa's eyebrow returned to its normal position. "Mhm. And who might you be?"

Ochako let out an audible breath, relieved, and only then did Momo begin to relax just a bit.

Midoriya gulped, but he forced his muscles to relax. He planted the tip of his sword in the soft earth in front of him, shook away the ever-present temptation to make himself small, and said, "Izuku Midoriya, squire under Toshinori Yagi, better known as…"

The second he dropped his mentor's name, he sensed a sudden, new weight to the gazes fixed upon him. He'd forgotten with his years of training how well known, how mythologized the knight was throughout the land, but in the end, this was nothing. He finished his declaration without skipping a beat:

"All Might!"

Someone— most likely Ochako, by the sound of it— stifled a choked gasp of some sort. It was funny, now that he realized it, how this never came up in their friendship. It had been, oh, two years now since they met? Then again, it was rare that they got to spend time together. They should really take the time to get to know one another one of these days.

There was a beat of simple silence. Sir Aizawa made no attempt to break it, but it felt out of line for anyone to speak, so Midoriya took the burden upon himself.

Aizawa narrowed his eyes and directed his attention at the girl. "And you?"

Ochako stiffened, scrambling to get a solid grip on her staff all of a sudden. "I am the magus Uravity of giggle spells and floating objects, better known as Ochako Uraraka."

Sir Aizawa nodded, satisfied with just that.

He hardly had to signal before the princess stepped forward to introduce herself.

"I am Momo Yaoyorozu of the Yaoyorozu Kingdom!" she said, the fire of determination, certainty present in her eyes, her words, and her spirit.

Shoto was taken slightly aback. She still hadn't put her sword away, and while it didn't appear as if she intended to really use it, it still made him skittish.

The princess steeled her gaze, but she bit her lip, as if still hesitating. "I have been charged with slaying the dragon to the West. Please, I ask of you," she began, "help us find Bakugou the dragonlord!"

Aizawa was entirely unmoved by her vehement request. "There's nothing to help with, is there?"

This was normally where the princess would launch into an explanation of some sort, but… she didn't. (Shoto supposed he didn't know her as well as he thought.) Instead, she dug her heel into the ground and repeated herself. "Help us find Bakugou!"

"No. That's ridiculous." The man turned to leave.

"Help us find Bakugou!"

Aizawa stopped, but there was something different about his demeanor that chilled Shoto's blood. (The older man briefly glanced at him.) Tensing, he began to warn her, but—

"Do you know why I'm known for keeping so few apprentices?" he asked, his tone so cold, so harsh, yet so indifferent, that even the wind and the birds fell silent.

But the princess was stubborn. She set her jaw solid as stone and took in an equally stubborn breath and—

Aizawa's eyes flashed red, his brow furrowed in apparent fury. "Kids like you are hardly ever worth my time. The wealthier the family, the more spoiled the brat— and you come from the wealthiest family in the kingdom! You hardly look like you've worked a day in your life, not sincerely, not at the things a ruler will need if they don't want to have a kingdom swathed in such violence that they need to go out and fight all the time. You're just running around playing hero all day."

"Help us find Bakugou!" It was almost as if she spat fire with her every word.

Shoto wasn't really sure how fe felt about that, but at least it made him certain that, regardless of whatever this old man said, she was definitely capable of completing the quest given to her.

And maybe Aizawa felt that too, because when he blinked, his face reverted to its original blank slate. He sighed, not quite resigned but not fully convinced either. "Why do you even want to destroy this dragon anyway? Banish the dragon and you banish the hero as well, for there's no use for a hero unchallenged. What will you do once you are done? Why do you want this so badly?"

The princess lowered her sword and eased up at last. "I want to show everyone that I can."

Instantly, the knight looked as if he lost interest in them all once more. "Vanity is not a hero's motive, kid."

"No! That's not it," she insisted. She clenched her fist and held it close to her chest as she spoke. "I want to show the world that I'm able to take whatever absurd request they have for me and make it work. That I'm able to carry out my word. That I'm able to care for my people with my own two hands and not simply deliver empty promises."

Aizawa stared at her unchangingly, and she faltered for a moment. Was this good enough? She looked very nearly as if she could cry at any moment now. I want to show enough humility that I can ask others for help when I need it, but still be powerful enough to be the one to show everyone the way. "I want to show them that I can be their leader, all on my own."

There was a notable pause. No one spoke or moved or even breathed, it seemed; the air was thick enough to be cut with a knife.

"I still don't know if you're good enough to lead them."

The princess tightened her grip on her sword. "How can I prove that to you?" she asked with that type of irrevocable certainty that let the world know she meant it.

Aizawa cracked his knuckles and unsheathed his sword.

(Momo tensed and readied her own blade.)

"Don't worry about that," said Aizawa. "I'll be testing for that myself."

With that, the old knight leapt forward, and they began to fight.

And watching them, Shoto was, in a word, enchanted.

He'd never just watched the princess fight. Always, he was right there in the thick of it, fighting alongside her. Was this how they looked?

(Parry, riposte, and retreat. She executed the sequence with practiced ease because it was, well, very practiced. Perhaps too much so, however, for she found herself throwing her weight around far more than she was used to balancing just to keep away.)

Or, well, no. Probably not. They'd grown so in-tune with one another during their time together that they practically synchronized. Indeed, the princess looked a little rushed, a little panicked, a little worse for wear as she fought. The rhythm she'd grown so used to against himself was now more or less useless against Sir Aizawa.

(She grit her teeth as she desperately tried to hold her own against Aizawa's sword bearing down on her. Could she do it? She wasn't sure anymore, not if she was all on her own.)

((She glanced sidewards and caught eyes with Shoto for the briefest of moments. Ah, but she wasn't all on her own, was she? She ducked away from this assault and waged her own.))

Clang! Suddenly, the spell was broken over Shoto and he realized that the princess was struggling.

"Shoto!" she called.

For a moment, he didn't realize the princess was asking for his help.

"Shoto!" she repeated, this time with more urgency, and with no hesitation whatsoever did the Todoroki heir jump into the fray to help out his princess.

Ochako's eyes shone like stars, so excited was she after watching them fight. Sure, they had lost (for which Shoto blamed himself: he really shouldn't have taken his eyes off their opponent once the princess had been thrown down, no matter how chivalrous it seemed in the moment to make sure she was okay), but that wasn't enough to dim her enthusiasm.

"You guys, that was so amazing! You were so graceful, so together, you guys looked like you were—"

For some reason, Shoto was never able to exactly recall, later on, what exactly Ochako said. It was as if for that one moment, his ears had ceased to work, but it wasn't as if his brain couldn't fill in the word anyway.

Dancing.

In a flash, Shoto put a hand to his ear in order to smother the fire that had sprung up there. (Right next to him, Momo had to catch a similarly astray matryoshka doll that popped out of her arm seemingly of its own accord.)

Fortunately, before they had to acknowledge this phenomenon, Sir Aizawa snuck up behind them. "It seems you have lost, my lady."

Momo twirled around, her every physical sense strangely heightened, and struggled to process the fact that Sir Aizawa was standing right in front of her. What did he say? ran through her head. What did he say? What did he just say?

"There isn't much left in this world that can surprise me, and while your little stunt back there can be added to that list, I find it disappointing that you found it necessary at all," he said. His voice was flat and entirely toneless, yet somehow it still felt as if he were chiding her. "You say you wish to be a leader, all on your own. Can't be claiming to do this all on your own if you have a party along with you."

No, that wasn't my intention! "I, um—"

"But what is a queen without her people?" he continued. "A good leader knows where their limits lie, knows when to best ask for help, and knows how to best implement the given aide. You made a wise decision enlisting these folks."

"Thank you, sir." Momo feared that she was trembling. It was difficult to tell; her mind didn't seem fully rooted in her body.

"However, you must be careful not to settle too deeply into predefined methods." His brow lowered to form an unmistakable look of stern disappointment. "I can tell you are used to fighting with one partner and one partner alone. I'm sorry to tell you, Princess Yaoyorozu, but practice does not make perfect. Practice makes permanent. Take what you have developed in your practice matches and think less of them as individual attacks, and more as movements woven together into an attack pattern. Be more flexible in how you see the world."

Momo didn't know what to say, but she opened up her mouth to try anyway.

Aizawa held up a hand to silence her, and with the pressure of speaking removed, Momo was finally able to calm down. "Despite all that I have said just now, it's all right. Loss is a natural part of growth and learning, an essential step towards victory," he said, pausing to let the words sink in. "You have a long way to go, but…" He looked at all four party members, his gaze seemingly settling upon Shoto, of all people. "You were good enough."

Momo put a hand to her chest and let out all her stress with one massive sigh; meanwhile, Ochako cheered behind her and gave Midoriya a high-five.

"And what's your name, boy?"

Momo turned to look at Shoto, whom she'd forgotten hadn't had the opportunity to introduce himself, as he stared down Aizawa.

He clenched his jaw almost imperceptibly. (She wondered what he was feeling— was it anger? Fear? Reluctance? Resentment? She had worked hard to become literate in his expressions, but there was still so much she didn't know.)

"Shoto," he said, and nothing more.

For some reason, she had expected him to reveal his surname right then, or at least have Sir Aizawa ask for it, but neither of those things happened. Instead, the older man simply nodded, accepting his answer as adequate.

Aizawa straightened out his posture and opened up to address all of them. "You ask me to help with your search for Katsuki. Unfortunately, there is precious little I can offer you all. Despite being his mentor, there is not much I know about his whereabouts, and as a simple knight, I cannot teach you the magic necessary to find him."

Momo felt her heart sink right through her chest and land in her stomach. There was no way this entire morning had progressed in vain, was there?

"However, I can send you to someone who can."

Everyone looked up, hope returning to them all, though Momo tried not to let it rise so highly.

"Her name is Nemuri Kayama, but you may know her better as the enchantress Midnight."

There was an audible gasp that came from Ochako, and everyone turned to look at her. The magus flushed, suddenly embarrassed. "My tutor, Nejire-chan, was a student under her, so I've heard a lot about her like that."

Aizawa nodded at her, his expression unchanging. "So you know about the secret to entering her domain?"

Ochako's face turned bright red, and her hand zipped behind her head as she furiously, nervously scratched the back of her neck. "Well, I can't say I'm privy to that, no," she said, adamantly refusing to make eye contact.

"Good," Sir Aizawa grunted, finally shifting around where he stood. "That's how it should be." He cracked his knuckles and began plodding into his bizarre tent-building-thing.

Everyone just exchanged slightly confused glances, but followed anyway, where he brought out a map for them and showed them the way to Lady Midnight.

Oh, riding. At what point of their journey would they not have to ride horses for hours and hours for (at times) several days on end in order to get to some important location? Shoto almost wished there was some form of more… autonomous travel that they could use so that they could maybe do other things whilst traveling? At any rate, it was getting hard to focus on the road. It wasn't usual that he would steer the horse, but since the princess wasn't leading the party (for once; they were currently following Uraraka to that Midnight's place), he figured it would be nice to cut her a break.

The princess, as it seemed, had fallen asleep as they rode. She sat astride and leant on him from behind, her head resting upon his shoulder, near enough that he could hear her breathing. He tried not to think about it too much.

He tried not to think too much about a lot of things, actually. Shoto liked to pretend he didn't notice how many things there were that he liked to ignore. Truth was, when he had all these hours of only mind wandering to do, he was forced to face the truth: he had an avoidance problem.

Right now, at the top of his "aggressively trying (and failing) to ignore" list was, well. He was reluctant to admit it, but it was actually that fight with Aizawa earlier. Or really just Aizawa in general. There were a lot of things about Aizawa that he really would rather not think about, but unfortunately, that wasn't how Shoto's brain liked to roll. Tragic.

Like, that thing where the old man just looked at him? It was like his very soul was being stared at; that was freaky! Did he recognize him? Shoto was certain he'd seen Sir Aizawa around somewhere before; he just couldn't quite place where right now. Probably some fancy party when he was younger. Who knew! Certainly not Shoto! Regardless, it was pretty freaking terrifying.

The princess shifted slightly in her sleep, and Shoto simply froze for all of a minute. Was she rising? He wasn't sure he was ready for her to be awake yet; he felt obligated to just ignore all these thoughts even further because it wasn't as though the princess could read minds or anything, no! Of course not! That was ridiculous and he didn't actually believe that, but he'd feel bad for thinking about it anyway.

But why? It wasn't as though it had even been some particularly terrible and evil thing to think about. They had only been fighting together.

(It was the strange feelings it gave him to replay that moment of Uraraka's commentary in his head that he didn't want to address.)

Fortunately, it seemed she was merely restless as she slept, for she settled back into the exact same position she had slept in for the last few– hours, was it now?– with a soft, little sigh, and Shoto was able to breathe again.

The very ground writhed before them.

It was hard not to be breathless in awe of it, the way all the plants danced and swayed together in motion. Even the grass played its part in adding to the intimidating chaos that surrounded the enchantress Midnight's residence.

"Uraraka," Midoriya whispered, "are you sure you have no idea how to get through this?"

"If I did, I would have said so by now." Her voice was laced with an uncharacteristic tinge of irritation, and everyone found themselves subtly tensing at it. Ochako seemed to notice this and sighed. "Sorry," she said. "Just looking at it is making me freak out, and it's hard to think like that."

Momo softened, hearing this. "It's all right," she said, reaching out to the mage to provide a comforing touch. "Just… listen to your heart."

Ochako shook a little, seemingly oppressing either a giggle or a sob. But, before Momo could decide (or find out) which one, the other girl took a deep breath, held it in, and took a step forward.

The writhing ground froze beneath her feet, and she took another step forward.

The same thing happened. So she took another, and another, and the funny thing was, the ground began to shake again when she was far enough away again.

But Ochako never seemed to lose her nerve, although if Momo had been paying attention to anything other than the sight of the little, pink mage, she'd have noticed that everyone else in the party— including herself— was holding their breath for fear of losing it.

At last, just before it seemed like Ochako was to be swallowed up by the swirling, swaying roots and vines, she stopped. She planted her feet firmly on the solid, stable earth, and she began twirling her magic staff around until she struck it down hard on the ground.

"I am the magus-in-training known as Uravity!" she declared. Her voice echoed through the plains, stilling the thorny plant mass through the sheer power and confidence it carried on its own. "Lady Midnight, grand enchantress and mentor of my mentor, Nejire-chan. I humbly ask you to reveal yourself to my party!"

A gale of wind blew over them all, ruffling their hair, forcing them to close their eyes, and nearly knocking Momo over with its sudden power. But, when it died down and they all opened their eyes again, they found but a pure, empty field of a lawn before Midnight's magic tower.

All was silent for a moment. The wind stopped its whispering, and the world was still. Each party member held their breath, whether they realized it or not.

K'tunk! The large double doors on the tower burst open, and a tall woman with black hair stepped out, grinning broadly.

"Why, hel-lo there, my little Uravity!" she sang, making a beeline for the party's comparatively tiny mage and squishing her round, little cheeks immediately. "Aren't you such a darling little thing? Where is your party, my dear? You can't all stay out here forever, or else the plants will get you!" Here, she laughed, but it was frankly a little difficult to tell if she was joking or not.

Momo checked on her other friends off to the side and ended up exchanging nervous glances with Shoto, as Midoriya was too enraptured by the sight happening before them.

Shoto shrugged at her. She let out a silent sigh, then stood up, gestured for Midoriya and Shoto to follow her lead, and stepped forward.

"I am the knight Princess Momo Yaoyorozu," she said, her voice strong and loud to carry her words to the enchantress still a safe distance away. "These are our other friends, Midoriya and Shoto."

At the sound of his name, Midoriya bowed slightly, but Shoto mostly just stood there. (Well, it's probably not too important, Momo thought.)

Midnight made some sort of girlish sound of delight as she finally let go of Ochako's cheeks to clap her hands together. "Oh, to be so young and to have such adventures like this! How adorable!" she declared. She then gestured for everyone to hurry closer. "Come in, come in! Quickly, though, or else the magic will all wear off! I can sense a tired mage when I see one, and your little friend here hasn't got much energy left to burn!"

Once again, Shoto was sitting quietly at a table with his party members and their host, unsure of what to contribute to the conversation and as a result, ended up just focusing on his own internal monologue.

Midnight's tower was much larger on the inside than it had appeared from the outside. Although, now that he was thinking about it, that made sense. Magic, while pretty simple-looking, worked in complex, mysterious ways, after all.

A lot like feelings, he supposed. Feelings were so weird; like, what did they mean? Most of the time, he could figure it out. There was the pleasant happiness he'd often felt in his chest when spending some quiet time alone with the princess. There were the hot flashes of anger that came over him on the rare occasions he thought of home.

But then there were the mysterious pangs he felt in his heart at seemingly the most random times. Like when the princess first called him by his name. He knew he didn't offer her his surname or anything, and he still had no plans to do so, but it still always felt strangely intimate. He didn't get that feeling when Midoriya or Uravity called for him. It was weird.

And there was also that fluttering in his gut that he couldn't understand. The first time it had happened, the princess had tucked the glass flower into his hair, and her laughter must have somehow turned into butterflies in his stomach. He couldn't tell if it was happening more often now or not, but again, it was strange how it only ever seemed to happen around her.

Shoto propped his head up by his elbow, blew a lock of his bangs out of his eyes, and studied the princess as she was absorbed in conversation with the enchantress Midnight. Her eyes sparkled in the light, and the tips of her messy ponytail bounced in a way that matched her excitement. A part of him didn't want the meeting to end so that he could spend forever just staring at her like this, but when Midnight held up a finger and excused herself for a moment, he knew that their time with her was almost spent.

He looked down and studied the wooden table before the princess could notice him staring. He'd been told long ago that it was rude, and while he usually didn't care about manners all that much, lately, he'd been trying them out. He couldn't quite say why, but it seemed like a good thing to do, so sue him.

"All right then," Midnight said as she reentered the discussion room. "While I don't have anything of my own that you could handle right now, Nejire did tinker with searching gadgets for a while before setting out on her own." She set a box down in the center of the table and opened it up for them all to crowd around and see.

Shoto looked at it for a second, then up at Midnight, then back in the box, then back up Midnight again.

"That's a compass," he said. "Those were already invented forever ago."

His other party members made various noises of scandalized shock, but Lady Midnight just laughed, reaching over to ruffle his hair (much to his annoyance).

"Indeed they have been, little man," she said as Shoto irritatedly straightened out his hair. "But, as I'm sure you might have gathered with a few more seconds of thought, this one has been modified with the work of a magic-user and therefore counts as an enchanted object."

Ochako took the compass out of the box and studied it for a minute before looking up at Midnight again. "So if I say the magic words inscribed on the back, add in a little rhyming bit at the end about the target, it'll point in its direction?"

"Mm, well, that's the basic idea, yes," Midnight replied, but her smile seemed to suggest otherwise. "As long as you make it clear that you have the target in mind, it should work out like that."

"Seems a little too simple," Midoriya commented, and Shoto wanted to disagree because no, sometimes magic really could be just that simple and they probably shouldn't be going around staring gift horses in the mouths.

"Well, obviously, there's more she could do, but they're really not necessary additions," Midnight said, shifting around in her seat so that everyone could see her resting a hand on her hip. "For example, she could have the compass point in the direction of the best path to this Kacchan you speak of rather than just straight at him, but as her current condition stands, I wouldn't recommend you ask her to do more than just point in the right direction."

Everyone looked at Ochako, who suddenly appeared much more shy and awkward. "I can—" she began.

"No, don't," the princess said. "Remember, we're here first and foremost for your health. Just do what Lady Midnight showed you. We'll forge our own path from there."

And just like all the times before, Ochako bit her lower lip, but held in her waterworks, this time trading them in for a furrowed brow of determination. She hit her cheeks twice, then held out the compass as all her compatriots circled around her. She took a deep breath, then let it out, and she said the magic words.

"Little lunar lily lover, lead us to the explosive other."

Author's Note ii. *doing a silly little dance* surprise update! :D and i am very proud to be able to say that i'm actually pretty happy with this chapter, unlike last time!

yeah, yeah, i didn't think i'd update this again either. highkey thought abt taking it down for a while, but now that i'm officially well out of the 2019 hiatus, i'm really glad i didn't because i think i can spin this in a way that can make me happy with the story again! sorry if the characterization was inconsistent in this chapter, especially compared to last chapter. there's actually about a year's difference between the writing of the end of last chapter and the start of this one, and then another year and a half between writing the start of this chapter and writing the end of this chapter, which i did finish today.

doooon't go expecting another update soon though, since i'm very busy with this one school band/soulmate au at the moment. i just happened to squeeze the last scene in today between working on chapters for that. still, it makes me really happy to know that so many people have followed/faved and have been waiting so patiently for more of this story all this time! it really means a lot to me :D

anyway yeah! please review~