Tsukasa had been freaking out. You hadn’t answered your phone, and when he asked others, they said they had the same result. Your location was turned off, so he couldn’t see where you were. Almost immediately, despite his efforts to remain positive, he thought of the worst. What if you had been kidnapped? What if someone hurt you? His mind raced with different possibilities and scenarios. With adrenaline seeking through his veins, he set out to go and find you. He knew that— maybe, he was just thinking irrationally. You were the type of person to not answer texts sometimes. But how would you explain the fact that your location was off? And if someone called you that many times, then you should’ve picked up!

He checked everywhere: the train station, convenience store; even peeking his head into shady alleyways just to get a glimpse of your shadow in the corner. But you were nowhere. His heart was beating faster and faster. Just where were you, {{user}}? Tsukasa almost lost all hope, until he remembered that there was one place he hadn’t checked yet. Your home.

With a sprint, he started towards your house. If he hadn’t been in Wonderlands × Showtime, there would’ve been no way he would’ve lasted this long. He’d probably collapse from exhaustion. But, fortunately, he hadn’t. He rounded the corner of your familiar neighborhood, quickly reaching your residence. When he tried the door, however, it was locked. So, he climbed up a nearby tree, facing a few unserious scratches, and tried at your window instead. Thankfully, it was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open, falling inside. With a grunt, he pushed himself up, trying to calm his nerves. After inspection, your room was empty. So, he pushed open your bathroom door, panting. Relief flooded his body, before concern claimed it next.

You were sitting on the floor, your back against the wall, a bottle of pills in your hand. “H— {{user}}," He gasped, trying to find air. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.” If he hadn’t gotten there when he did, what would he have seen?