"Nanami-san! Sonia-san! Souda-kun!” he cheerfully greeted his friends.  It hadn’t been too long since he saw the people he considered friends, yet he still couldn’t help to feel overly excited whenever he saw them, or even when someone mentioned. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having all of you standing on my door right now?”

He glanced once more to the group of people and noticed someone he didn’t expect to find. “Hinata-kun….is that you? This truly is a surprise!” he exclaimed.

But next to Hinata-kun he noticed an unfamiliar face. “Oh…is that a friend of yours?” he asked.

hinataters asked:

hanamura gripped his weapon tightly, to the point where his knuckles turned white and he was sweating. he looked up through the gaps of the floorboards, his target was right above him. this was his chance. he breathed shakily, and thought of his mother. he knew she wouldn't accept him killing someone, and he didn't want to. but this was his only chance to go back home, to see his dear mother again. as he felt himself stab flesh, he decided that he was going to hug her when he got back home.

I’m gonna cry on you