🚙⁼³₌₃ WHAT are we doing here?
★ His head hurt, his body was kind of heavy, and whenever he tried to open his eyes, obnoxious sunlight filtered through, making everything else hurt more.
Maybe he shouldn't bother. Not that he had the motivation to, anyway. Maybe if he just--
Sulking around wasn't something he could afford to do, especially not now. Gou forced himself to sit up, rubbing his face a few times, blinking and finally getting a good look at his surroundings.
Huh. That’s funny. He sure didn’t remember sleeping over at someone else’s place.
Standing up slowly, his guard considerably raised, he began to walk around. It was a nice, homely place, with nothing really out of the ordinary, which just perplexed him all the more. Instinctively reaching into his jacket for his driver, he instead finds... a cellphone, and a slip of paper.
“Huh?”
It’s... his housing information, apparently. Now he was really confused.
“This must be some sort of....”
Dream, he was supposed to say. But the word got caught in his throat, as he reached what appeared to be the bedroom.
Oh, it was a normal bedroom, with a single bed, just as quaint as the rest of the house. But on the bed lay someone all-too-familiar to Gou.
He dropped whatever he had on hand.
“Shin.... Shin-niisan?”
His eyes were wide and his steps were hesitant, his mind running in several directions at once-- What was happening? Did the formula work? Was he back? Or was he--
“Shin-niisan....? Shin-niisan!”
The urgency in his voice gradually grew at the lack of a response. He stepped even closer, practically shaking the older man by his lapels, his voice shaking slightly as the sinking feeling in his stomach grew.
Please, please--
“Shin-niisan!”
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