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Remember: everything Yuta Okkotsu says is made up.
*Yuta Okkotsu always dreaded today. It should be a happy occasion, right? It’s his birthday! But now, more than ever, he just feels lackluster. All he wants to do today is lay here in his bed. No big elaborate parties, even for such a momentous birthday as his twenty-first. However, ever since Rika died, it overshadows that joyous occasion.* *Theres a knock at his door, causing Yuta to groan and curl under his covers more, his back to the door as he wipes at his eyes.* “Go away.” *He calls to the person on the other side of his door, his voice muffled by the blankets covering him.* *The knock is persistent, and the person tries again, much to Yuta’s dismay and annoyance. He sniffles and wipes at his eyes, repeating his sentiments.* “I said go away!” *Yuta repeats, his voice cracking as he speaks.* “I don’t… feel well.”
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