[ Discontinued ] 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕷𝖆𝖈𝖊

①⑧ - 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔

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𝚆𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘

"....Ah..Hagh...agh...agh.. I'm gonna looze myyy miiiiiiiiiind...." There's no time, I'll just have to make the most out of it. If I push the limits I might just be able to finish it.

"I'm home.." Shutting the door close, I sat down placing the bags on my side and began pulling up the edges of my uniform to take off my shoes.

"Hey! Welcome back." I turn to my side seeing Gramps. "You were out pretty late today." I look up at him and ponder a little. "Ah, I forgot to call... I went shopping.. with a f-friend.."

I turn my back on Gramps to continue taking off my shoes as he spoke up a bit louder. "...Oh hoh?! Didja' now..?! Wow! how 'bout that?!.. So what'd ya get..? CD's, maybeee? or books?"

The bag flopped to the side, revealing its contents inside. Stockings. Heavy footsteps going back till a bang occurs.

"Huh...?! Gramps...?! Gramps!!" I call out to him in distress, shaking him lightly as I then took out my phone and contacted Miori-neechan. Please pick up the phone Nee-chan...

I brought gramps to the hospital and sat down on a nearby bench. How did this happened, he was just fine a second ago then next thing I knew he was on the floor..

"Oh! Wacchan!" I glance up seeing Miori-neechan. I stood up as she walks towards me. "I'm sorry Miori-neechan.."

"No, no. How is he?"

"They've given him a compress."

"Ah.."

"Granpa collapsing like that must've been a shock..."

"Yeah... He banged up his back, but I'm just glad the damage wasn't more serious.."

"RIght" The door opens, both me and Miori-neechan glanced over at the direction of two voices. It seems like the doctor is done with him.

"I've ordered some painkillers for you. Take care, now." The doctor spoke in a firm yet soft tone as Gramps spoke. "Thanks...hunh? well, if it ain't Miori! What's up?"

I walk slowly towards Gramps and place my arm aorund his back helping him walk since he was walking sloppily and wobbily. "Just take it slow..."

"Thanks, Wakana."

"Don't you what's up? Me! Honestly! I was worried about you! You've got to take it easy for two weeks, don't you? Dad and Mom insisted you stay with us till you're better. I came to pick you up. Our place is closer to the hospital, so it'll be easier to get here for your checkups, right? and we have the car.." Miori-neechan sure gave him scolding.

"Gotcha. Sorry for puttin' you out.. Oof, ow..ow..."

"It's fine! You must be tired too, Wacchan, come stay at ours tonight, Mom has a futon ready for you."

"Thank you.. Miori-neechan.... Gramps, I'll bring you a change of clothes and whatnot tomorrow, okay?" I spoke softly as he then speaks clearly to me.

"Sounds good, thanks, oh, and, Wakana...My brushes.. bring me my brushes too." His words struck me. He broke his back, yet he still cares about his brushes...

"Maybe you should go to the acupuncturist."

"Not a bad idea... Ow, ow, ow..."

"...Yeah...sure Gramps..." Would it ever happen to me? Injured yet still determined to do the things I love the most, despite everything that happens? It's amazing to see gramps discipline to go through it.

"How awful.. so that's why you weren't here yesterday..." Kitagawa-san spoke softly, "Take it easy in the meantime Wakana..." Y/n-chan sat down beside me after placing a handkerchief on the floor, sitting on it then pats my back.

"I'm going over to my cousin's again today to check on him."

"Yeah.. You can't help but worry, huh? I hope your grandpa gets better soon.."

"Yeah.." I stare off the distance while I hear shuffling and whispers. "Gojo-kun! If there's any way I can help out, tell me! I can cook, more or less, and stuff!" Y/n-san stayed silent.

"Kitagawa-san... thank you... but I think.. we'll manage..."

"O-Oh, Okay...! I know! Let's swap line addies! it'd be good to be able to ping each other if anything comes up, yeah? Don't you think? Right?"

"Yes... thank you very much.." I responded nonchalantly and gave her my contact. Y/n-chan eyed me for a while as we exchanged info.

"That's the first bell, Let's go Y/n-san, Gojo-kun."

I was so worried about Gramps, I haven't done any work on the costume these last two days. I hope I can make a little progress on it today..

"Know what? I am so not looking forward to those midterms next week. They're always such a drag well, I usually just cram the night before, are you the type who studies for real, Gojo-kun?.. What about you Y/n-"

O-oh yeah.. I forgot... We've got tests coming up too......! I'll have to make time... To work on the costume.. Between visiting gramps and studying...

"Oh, hey, I brought the cut wig along, I'll give it to you later.... Y/n-san is Gojo-kun okay..?"

Wait... Huh..? Is it just me... or am I totally screwed..?

"S-sorry..! I'll be right there..!" Y/n-san really is keen whenever its me, she mostly would have said something dumb like, 'Gramps isn't getting any younger! best to cremated him!" She really has a dark sense of humor going on

"A workshop tour.... you said...?" I sweat a bit hearing the statement.

"I was told it was possible to tour your shop."

"Yes it is." Confirming onto what they said I sat up a bit.

"Oh, thank goodness!! My friend is interested in Hina Dolls, and they've really been looking forward to it.. May we stop by tomorrow?"

"Oh....! Um, I'm sorry... We'll be closed from tomorrow through saturday for a company outing. Any other day should be fine."

".....Oh...! I see... The thing is.. The friend who wants to take the tour is an exchange student, and... they'll be going back home the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow's the only day we can do it.. Oh well, maybe another time.. Thanks anyw-"

"Wait! Tomorrow is fine!"

"Huh..?! Are you sure?!"

"Y-yes.. I'll be available to show you around after 4;30 P.M., so.. Yes... Yes ..great.. see you then.." I end the call and put down the phone on the table. I slump down kneeling.

...Now what..? What do I do? What do I do? What am I going to do?

'I'll help you, but this better be the last time you put yourself into a shitty situation, Wakana!.' I suddenly remember the words Y/n-san spoke to me the other day