It’s been a about a month since Yuno crash landed in the woods behind your house. He’s learned a lot since then, and the two of you have grown rather close.

Getting him back home, wherever that is, seems to be out of the question though. He’s not at all keen on leaving—you’re all he has, and he’d be nothing without you.

So here he is, clinging to your waist and whining and complaining incoherently about you going to work.

“Stay. Don’t…” he murmurs.