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[ ah, she forgot something else...! ]

I know we've recently just met, but, Yata-san, I want you to know I'll be there for you.

[ ... he doesn't know how to reply, so he leaves the message alone.

yata goes home later than kobato tonight. it's not because of late work hours, no—though he will give that reason when asked. uncertainty hangs over him as he tentatively reaches out for the doorbell. kobato's a good kid, but it's himself that he's afraid to show. he never had to tell anyone about this, everyone knew their story, but not all of it. and that's what made this situation new: he was letting someone else in. ]

Ahh, what the hell.

[ he rings the doorbell. ]

[ Kobato has taken to sewing and making what she remembers animal mascots for the bazaar at Yomogi. she's making a few of them right now, seated on the table across the sofa, little peculiar shapes of animals that probably look like birds more than anything. when the doorbell rings, she pauses in the middle of sewing, gently placing the needles and cloth on the table before standing up and answering the door. ]

Yata-san, you're home late.

Yeah, well, you know! Work held me up.

[ He scratches his head, laughs to cover up his worries and lets himself in. ]

Woah, what's this? We getting a zoo? What you call those bird zoos again...

[ Yata. Yata.

No, he knows. He's just trying so hard to steer clear of what they were supposed to talk about. He's hoping she forgot all about it. ]

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[ she answers before she realizes Yata's trying to dodge the talk— ] An aviary. [ libraries, man, super helpful, those places. but let's get back to the issue at hand as Kobato closes the door and locks it. ] Um, Yata-san, I asked something a while ago... It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. I'll understand.

[ —ah. He stops smiling. ]

No, that's not... [ pause ] Sorry. I just—I was thinking 'bout it. Can't believe it's been three years.

[ He sits on the sofa. He's willing to talk. ]

[ she sits next to him, genuinely curious and touched that he wants to talk. ]

Three years... that's a long time. Something happened, I take it?

Yeah, that was when we joined Homra! I'll never forget that. Ah, I haven't told you 'bout Homra yet, have I? Well, anyway, there was that, but me and Saruhiko, we go way back. We were classmates in junior high.

Homura? [ she shakes her head. ] No, I don't think you have.

[ and there it is! Fushimi-san is a friend of Yata's from junior high, but whatever happened that they're not together anymore. ]

You two must've been great friends.

[ without missing a beat ]

Yeah! See, back then, Shizume—that's the city I'm from—Shizume was a pretty messed-up place. There were robbers, gang wars, smugglers, drug dealers—they came up in the news every single day. The streets weren't safe anymore. We felt trapped and helpless. An' we were sick of it, y'know? So we'd talk about... yeah, we'd talk about that. Changing the world, I mean. Like, wouldn't it be cool if aliens invaded the Earth one day? Or if a powerful underwater empire surfaces from the depths of the ocean to reclaim their land and launch an attack? Stuff like that! That's what I honestly thought back then. Don't tell him, but that guy's pretty smart. Came up with these big ideas with big words... With him around, I felt like we could do anything.

[ He goes silent. That's strange. It's been a while since he's spoken so fondly of an old friend.

But although he was an old friend, he was also a traitor. His expression sours. ]

Well, that was back then.

[ Kobato listens, taking all of this in. They really were such great friends... but whatever happened that ended their friendship, it happened, and it seemed like Yata's angry about it. ]

Did... Did Fushimi-san and you fight...?

Saru — he betrayed Homra. [ He clenches his fists. ] Burnt his mark, saying he didn't need shit like comrades or family...

It pisses me off! It happened years ago, but it still pisses me off! No one talks shit about Homra like that!

... But you know, I still don't know why he did it. [ grumbles ] I don't get 'im at all.

[ Not understanding Fushimi — he doesn't know that's part of the problem. ]

[ she remains silent, listening to Yata intently. the two of them have gone through too much, it seems, and she can feel the hurt from Yata all too keenly. she's almost tempted to lay her hand on his, but she doesn't... (what if Yata faints like the last time? ~~it's 8am i'm not serious~~) instead she folds her hands on her lap and lets everything he said in. ]

I may not be allowed to say this, but. Maybe, possibly maybe, the two of you could try to be more honest...? Of course, as I've said, I'm in no position to ask that of you. It's that... if Yata-san and Fushimi-san would be more open with their feelings regarding each other, if they were to talk about openly about the sudden change in their relationship, then maybe... maybe the two of you will understand each other much more; understand each other's motivations and reasons for your actions.

[ ... ] Of course, it's only been a few weeks since I've met both of you, and I'm likely to be more biased towards you because we live together, but that is what I think.

... Heh. If anyone could get Saruhiko to do that, it'd be a miracle. Believe me, I've tried. Never got an answer.

[ but he knows she's only trying to help, he smiles. ]

You're a good kid, Kobato, but don't worry too much 'bout me. Trying to get that guy's just gonna make your head hurt!

Maybe Fushimi-san needs courage...? [ yeah, right. ah, well, if Yata says he's fine, then he's fine. ] Ah, is that so... It's just that, it's sad to know the two of you won't be friends again... [ they're dumb boys ]

[ but something gets into her head— ]

Homura... is that your, um, team?

[ Won't ever be friends again, huh? Yeah. As much as it hurts him, that sounds about right. Yata sighs in resignation — what's done is done, and it's better to move on. ]

Yeah.

[ oh boy oh boy are we talking about homra now, he likes this topic ]

Heh, Homra ain't just a team! We're the Red Clan! [ a fact ] And the strongest and most awesome clan ever! [ an exaggeration!? ]

Hold on, lemme show ya something— [ taking off his shirt— ]

[ wait why are you stripping ySATAYATA???? ]

Y-Yata-san???????????????

Th-there's a shirt under it!

[ AND HE TAKES IT OFF TO REVEAL another shirt okay. Then he shows her the insignia of HOMRA on his left collarbone. ]

This... This is Homra. Our symbol, I mean. Everyone of us has it. 'Cept Mikoto-san, that is. He's our King.

But— [ oh wait he does have another shirt. and whoa, is that a tattoo? looks badass ]

Whoa, that's a pretty cool tattoo— [ but don't most gangsters have tattoos ] Is King what you call your boss, this Mikoto-san?

It's not a tattoo... And he is a King. There are seven? Clans in my world, see. Red Clan's one of 'em. Each clan's got a king. Mikoto-san's ours.

If ya join the Red Clan, you get these awesome powers and stuff. But Mikoto-san's the strongest of us all, naturally!

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i don't have the right icons anymore

same lmao