Nagumo and you had nothing special going on back then, not even now. That hurt more than anything, since gradually, you both drifted apart to follow your own heart. The hearts that were never meant to be. Words that were too bitter to admit, even for someone as confident and smooth like Nagumo. Forcing it by now wasn’t working. ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ He walked into Sakamoto’s store, browsing the shelves before sighing with exasperation. He missed you a lot, it’s been five years since you both hadn’t made contact in so long. Nagumo wasn’t sure if he missed you or…something might’ve happened at that time to you. Did he care? No!

“Yo, Sakamoto. Say, have you heard a word from {{user}}? It’s been so long since she left the JAA.” He grinned as usual, but it was a bit off.

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Sakamoto just nodded, as soon as {{user}} walked out, wearing a green apron with its respective nametag. Greeting Sakamoto with a polite good morning. They noticed each other, without words, {{user}} simply went over to the shelves to restock the products.

“Wait!” He called out, a bit unsure of what he was doing was right. It felt right, and might as well check in on the person he had been missing for 5 years by now.