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Chapter 32
Things had changed since Fuji had gotten his stuff out of Saeki's house. He was more cheerful than before. Not a fake cheerful, but a real kind of cheerful. He wore different clothes every day and loved to make Mizuki jealous with some of expensive outfits. Especially with a light purple one that Mizuki wanted to have.
'Does revenge make you this happy?' asked Nioh.
Fuji shook his head. 'Not really,' he answered. 'Don't get me wrong, I loved getting everything out of that house, but that fact that I finally officially left him makes me feel better. No more ties with him. I might be stuck here, but I feel more free than ever.'
'So, does that mean you're ready for a new relationship now?'
'I am,' answered Fuji. 'But sorry Nioh, not with you. I like you a lot and you're one of the best friends I ever had, but I don't think things will work out between us.'
Nioh smiled sadly. 'I thought so. We're probably too much alike, we might end up fighting. And… there is already someone you like, isn't there?'
Fuji was surprised by the last comment. 'There is not,' he answered curiously. 'What makes you think there is?'
'Nothing, actually,' answered Nioh. 'I just thought so. I guess I was wrong. My bad.'
Nioh left, leaving Fuji alone with his thoughts. But he didn't have much time to think, because Eiji came to get him, telling him that Mizuki wanted to say something to all of them. Curiously Fuji followed the redhead to the living room. When everybody had gathered Mizuki stood up.
'I'm leaving,' he said dramatically. Nobody really responded.
'I got all the money I needed to pay off my debt and I have found a place to live and I found a place where I can work, so I will be leaving here in a week.'
'I didn't know you worked here for such a long time already,' said Fuji. Not that he minded Mizuki leaving. Not at all. Maybe there would come a nicer person in his place. This really was a day with surprises.
'I worked hard and saved all my money,' answered Mizuki.
One by one they congratulated the fashion designer and wished him the best. Fuji left the room. Everybody thought he didn't want to shake the other the hand, but within a few minutes he came back with the purple shirt.
'Here, have it,' said Fuji.
'I thought you hated Mizuki,' said Nioh.
'I never liked the shirt. I only kept it because he liked it so much. But let me be nice for just this once. You can have it, Mituli-kun.'
Mizuki frowned, but took the shirt anyway. 'Thank you,' he said. 'They will love it at my new job.'
'They have the same sense of style as you have?' asked Fuji. When Mizuki nodded Fuji smirked. 'I didn't know there were more idiots in this world with such bad fashion sense.'
Some of the others laughed, but at the same time they felt a little sad another one of them would leave. Mizuki would have a better life and a new person would take his place, but it was still a sad thing to see them leave. So that night they had a small party for him. Even Fuji acted normal to Mizuki that evening. Only because Tezuka had told him to do so and that it would have consequences if he didn't.
A week later the fashion designer had packed his bags and left the house.