Every single day, after Yukio is done with class, he heads on straight home per Father Fujimoto's request. He doesn't stray. Doesn't go exploring, doesn't do anything out of the ordinary. He commits his lessons to heart, slips his books into his backpack, and heads on home to study — because he knows that this is what he's good at. Following instructions. Not getting into trouble, unless trouble comes finding him.
He's not sure where he went wrong today, if he was spending too long daydreaming or distracted, but none of the roads look familiar and Yukio doesn't even have his schoolbag on him. On the verge of tears, he stumbles down the road, covering his head with both hands and avoiding everyone's gaze.
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Every single day, after Yukio is done with class, he heads on straight home per Father Fujimoto's request. He doesn't stray. Doesn't go exploring, doesn't do anything out of the ordinary. He commits his lessons to heart, slips his books into his backpack, and heads on home to study — because he knows that this is what he's good at. Following instructions. Not getting into trouble, unless trouble comes finding him.
He's not sure where he went wrong today, if he was spending too long daydreaming or distracted, but none of the roads look familiar and Yukio doesn't even have his schoolbag on him. On the verge of tears, he stumbles down the road, covering his head with both hands and avoiding everyone's gaze.