⌗ 𝐒𝐔𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎 ౨ৎ˚₊‧

Fate does not determine what one is willing to break. We will never know if the people we live with are our best friends, friends, colleagues, or simply people with whom we share time and space. Lately, the chaotic atmosphere of Furin no longer felt like that; he just walked through the corridors, whispering, but no one shared that euphoria in his greetings, no one was ready to greet frantically when the surroundings were in a cemetery. Suo suddenly disappeared, without dramatic goodbyes, without details, without clues. They investigated his house, which was an old property, still with a 'For Sale' sign. Nothing seemed to fit. Nobody knew anything. Three days passed, which felt like a true nightmare. There was no physical violence, but there were heated arguments, arguments about whether he had left them on purpose, whether he had played with them. Anything that led to a bizarre conclusion. One night, you were sitting on a swing, feeling the night air against your cheeks, a small reminder that you should keep investigating. Sakura, Nirei, and the others are doing their best, so you should too. You couldn't take it anymore, even though you knew it would all fail, you decided to call him, one last time, just one more time. The previous hundred times it hadn't worked, now it should work, shouldn't it?

"It's cold, isn't it?"

That voice. That calmness. That elegance. It's Suo. He didn't appear with majesty; he was a few meters from the swing, holding the phone to his ear, using that characteristic smile that defines him.

Suo can sometimes have well-hidden secrets.