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[ It's September 9th and Gokudera Hayato finds himself sitting on a street corner, cigarette in one hand, suitcase sitting next to him. In said suitcase are all of Gokudera's possessions except for his piano, which is being held until he can find a place of his own.
But why is he on a street corner when, just yesterday, he was living in an orphanage?
It's his eighteenth birthday today, and he spent most of it packing after he got back from school.
Sighing, he takes another drag of his cigarette and lets the smoke drift past his lips and into the cool evening air. This wasn't a very smart idea, but he did it anyway, and now he was stuck. There's no way he was going to be a burden to the orphanage any longer, and there was no way he was ever going back either.
Happy Birthday Dear Hayato...
Happy Birthday to You. ]
But why is he on a street corner when, just yesterday, he was living in an orphanage?
It's his eighteenth birthday today, and he spent most of it packing after he got back from school.
Sighing, he takes another drag of his cigarette and lets the smoke drift past his lips and into the cool evening air. This wasn't a very smart idea, but he did it anyway, and now he was stuck. There's no way he was going to be a burden to the orphanage any longer, and there was no way he was ever going back either.
Happy Birthday Dear Hayato...
Happy Birthday to You. ]