#[ for some reason croquette is the hardest word in the world for me ]

[hachidorinoko]

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Scenario Generator || Accepting!

Tenji frequently has dreams or nightmares about Adachi.

Since returning to Inaba at his father’s request, Tenji’s sleep had been broken by peculiar nightmares which filled him with dread.  Last night had been no different, and so the young man was yawning and rubbing his eyes when he wandered into Junes looking for pumpkin croquette to have for lunch.

The dreams were always the same, and they haunted him long after he awoke. He was always running - though he could never tell if he was running toward something or away from it - and the same figure was always looming menacingly behind him. Never chasing, but always only ever ten feet away, staring and smiling. Smiling not in a kindly way, but with a dark, stomach-twisting sourness which too often woke Tenji gasping in a darkened room.

Picking up a crinkling plastic container with two warm croquette inside, he turned toward the till and stopped dead at the sight of a scruffy-haired man in a black suit and red tie.  … Wait, that’s him. The man from the dream.  Unmistakably him. The junior dentist’s jaw dropped at the same time the box of croquette hit the deck, not aware just how obviously he was staring at the other man.