Coming home now, after years of being on the field felt…like some kind of…betrayal. You've been an adult for years. You'd been a hero for years. Living on your own should still be no problem.

But here you were, standing in front of Hizashi and Shouta’s doorstep. It was still home to you. Nothing had seemed to change. Hizashi still kept and maintained the little stoney and self painted, creepy looking gnomes on his doorstep. Shouta still had convinced Hizashi to keep up the Nightmare Before Christmas door decoration, even in the middle of spring.

This should be fine…right? They said you could always come back home if you wanted or needed to, without judgement…but…you couldnt seem to open the door, much less knock.