Iwaizumi sighed and opened up the map again. He knew they were on the right path, but he just didn't feel right about this. It was all so confusing, and now thoughts rushed through his mind faster than he would turn off the television when the news started to play. He wondered what would be on it right now. Probably nothing, he thought, considering his parents thought we were at a training camp. He shuddered, and rolled the map shut.

They were almost halfway to their destination, and they were closing in on a forest when the sun ceased to shine for the rest of the day. Everyone decided to keep walking, and stop when they reached the forest. It took a little over an hour, which was shaved off of their sleeping schedule, but it wasn't like anyone could really sleep that well anyway. The cold, wet ground made it impossible to fall into any kind of deep slumber. He wished they weren't doing this for him.

He could walk this path alone. They barely knew Tohru. Half of them hated him. But they were here anyway, and however he hated to admit it, he was relatively glad of their company. Alone was good sometimes, but he still preferred time with others. It was extremely dangerous, what they were doing, but they stayed with him anyway. That kind of loyalty was something he aspired to have.

He remembered all the times he'd been a bad friend, all the times he'd said something mean or rude or snobbish, all the times he'd done something wrong. Was that why Tohru hated him? Should he even be calling him Tohru at all? He sighed and looked up at the sky. It was sprinkled with stars. 

Stargazing was something they did together, and only together. He distinctly remembered all the times that he had snuck over to Oikawa's house, with a packet of cookies for each of them, and tap on his bedroom window. They'd sneak onto the roof of his house, which was flat. They picked it so they wouldn't accidentally fall off and hurt themselves. They always stayed right in the middle, and Hajime had always split his last cookie with him, even though he had his own. It was just something they did.

He missed stargazing.

He missed a lot of things, really, now that he thought about it. He had a lot of time to think nowadays, since all anyone ever did was walk. He thought about Tohru, mostly, and hoped that maybe one day they could get him back. The real Tohru, not the possessed one, for lack of a better word. He just couldn't stand knowing that he could be hurting.

That he had been hurting, and Iwaizumi had simply been too stupid to notice.

The camp was set up for the night. Pulling his jacket over his head the best he could, he still couldn't stop himself from catching a brief, painful glimpse of the luminous stars shining above.