Yuzuru made his way down the stairs. Shou was still on the couch, gaming on their Pl*y St*tion.

'Still gaming?' he asked, groggily.

'Yup, it's still fifteen minutes after midnight.' she answered, not looking away from the screen once at all. 'Since he's coming back, he won't be able to record videos so I'll have to do that for now. Why are you up?'

'Bathroom.'

'... Hurry up and go, then.'

He continued walking, as Shou returned to her narration of the video. She'd been an insomniac ever since her knew her, which was when they were little kids. How she survived with three hours of sleep every weekday, he didn't know, but for sure, he needed his sleep. When he comes back, I'll have trouble sleeping.

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'Where are you going, boy? Elementary schoolers like you shouldn't be on the street alone. Are you lost?'

'I'm fine, I'm not an elementary schooler. I'm 14, by the way. Thanks for the concern, old man!' A short, or you could say, tiny boy with messy dark brown hair waved at an old man who was in shock. The boy continued walking down the street, his ahoge bouncing with every step. Humming to himself, he thought about how his 'family' would react when they saw him come back. They probably would laugh at his height, seeing that he didn't grow any taller in the past two years. They would pay his ahoge just like bouncing a basketball, and perhaps, ruin his self esteem. Sighing to himself, he stopped in front of a certain house and rang the doorbell. With his brightest smile plastered on his face, he rushed in and hugged the person who came to open the door.

'I'm home!'