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Nezumi sighed, running a hand through his hair and staring down the door in front of him. He had never been the fidgety type, but it had been an entire year since he’d last seen Shion. Was it really so strange to be nervous?

Once Shion realized his dream of taking down the walls of No. 6 and creating a cohesive community, he was offered a job moderating communication between what used to be the two separate communities of No. 6 and West block. Nezumi, however, left.

He had been forced to face many new feelings after that fateful day though, and he didn’t know how to sort them out. He’d always been an open minded person, but things really got out of control for him. He couldn’t manage himself and he needed distance from Shion, to sort himself out properly.

So he’d traveled, he’d met new people and missed old ones, and now he was back standing in front the door that, according to the people he’d spoken to, would be Shion’s.

With a deep breath to release his anxious uncertainty, he knocked on the door.