Again, the term “home” is differently defined depends on whoever that is.

‘Nice atmosphere, fresh and lively just like how it should be.’ you’d say.
‘No worries, comfortable,’
‘And it’s where no matter how you feel before you reach there, it’ll vanish after you are inside.’

‘That’s when you know you’re home.’


Weird, isn’t it?
Is there really a place that could hold so many of that?


“I probably haven’t found one.”
‘Eh? What about that place you always go back to on holidays?’
“I’d say, a place I grew up in? That should do.”
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.
.
‘Ouch.’
“What?”
‘It’s just, to think of how much you would feel, when you consider yourself with no place to call home.’
“Haha. You’re always such an understanding person.”
‘I guess I was born like that, haha.’.
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.
.

‘Hey.’
“Hm?”
‘You know, not only places that you could call it home, but it can be anything you find yourself with those feelings.’
“And?”
‘Wouldn’t you at least have something like that?’

Hm, let’s see.

Nice atmosphere, huh?
No worries
Comfortable
and could vanish all kinds of bad feelings?



“...might have found one.”
‘Right!? What is it then??’

Long messy hair, always like that
Double lid eyes, ordinary but catching
Taller than average women, said so herself
So young but mature
So blunt but understanding
Sharp words yet caring


Glancing at her, I smile.

“...Brat.”
‘Huh!?????? Who are you calling brat?? You dumbass! and I was being nice!...’


Hahaha
I’ve definitely found one indeed.
Something I could call home.