Hay un opuesto del déjàvu, lo llaman jamais vu. Es cuando conoces a la misma gente o visitas el mismo lugar una y otra vez pero cada vez que lo haces es como si fuera la primera vez. Todos siempre son extraños para ti, nada es familiar.
Besides the one familiar face in this area, Kai really didn’t recognize anyone. Not that he figured he would, honestly, but with such a gathering of kitsune from where he was born, he almost thought he’d see at least one or two of his own kind that he recognized. But, no luck thus far.
The hybrid was rather social, though. It helped, since he really didn’t like the idea of being alone. And sometimes even if there were a lot of people around, that lonely feeling could still creep up.
Pressing the back of his hand to his mouth as he yawned widely, he’d seated himself along the path leading from the Academy to the village with his coffee in hand, just people watching. It still felt so early, even though he was sure he’d slept in. Sniffing once he dropped his hand back to his lap, he’d raised his coffee back up to his mouth when he spotted a familiar collection of letters–and he nearly dropped the paper cup right there. “Lu-han,” he read the name aloud, blinking and digging through the past few years of his life. It had all been somewhat chaotic. “Luhan,” wait, wasn’t that the wolf? Or was he just making shit up in his head?