For 𝐘𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐀, all worlds contain dangerous elements- though she might even be safer in the Borderlands; the laws she broke don't apply here.
𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎̄ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 knows about her actions all too well. He's not interested i...
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●・○・●・○・● CHAPTER FIFTY new rent
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༇ THOUGH Chishiya did his best to patch Baya up and even forced her to spend a night at the hospital because of her very much confirmed concussion, she still feels dizzy when she walks into Hamada's apartment.
She's sitting at the kitchen table, a spoon in one hand, her phone in the other. She puts both things down when she notices Baya. "Hi. Shuntarō already texted me and told me what happened. Are you okay?"
Baya shouldn't be surprised. Nothing is indirect with Chishiya, nor Hamada. So she nods. "I'm fine... I think," she admits, her voice high-pitched.
Hamada draws out a long, deep breath. "Look, eh..."
Silently, Baya pleads for some kind of relief from the chaos swarming in her head, but it doesn't look like that. Hamada stands, taking a step closer. "Baya," she restarts. "This is... difficult to say, but I don't think it's safe for you to stay here anymore. I'll keep my mouth shut about what happened until the day I die, but I can't live under the same roof as someone who the police will be looking for. I don't want to deal with that shit."
Baya's heart drops, the words sinking into her chest like a stone. She lifts her head, eyes wide with confusion, but Hamada doesn't meet her gaze. Instead, she focuses on her hands, wringing them together. "I'm really sorry."
"What do you mean?" Baya asks, her voice small, almost childlike, as if she can't fully grasp it.
"You can't live here anymore. I already texted Shuntarō. He has a place for you. It'll be fine. Just..." Hamada sighs again. "I'm sorry, truly. But you have to understand that I won't— you know, live like this."
Baya nods. Fast. So fast it hurts her head. "No, no, I understand. I do." Panic begins to creep in, though. "I understand. Thank you for letting me stay. It was good while it lasted."
Hamada attempts to smile. "It was. I packed your bag for you already. I'll walk you out. Shuntarō said he'd send a cab that'll take you to the new place."
"Okay," Baya's voice is even higher now. "Thank you. I'll pay you back for everything you've done for me one day," she promises.
"I don't need anything. Just stay safe, alright?"
Together, they grab Baya's stuff and head to the street, where the cab is already waiting. Despite her unusual dislike of touch, she attacks Hamada with a tight hug before thanking her once again, then hopping in the cab.
Baya leans her head against the window, watching city lights blur into an explosion of color. Her stomach churns from more than just the lingering concussion. She presses her fingers against her temples, breathing through the dizziness, eyes half-closed.
