Music is blasted through the loudspeakers from my phone throughout dance studio that's located in the basement of the two-story house I share with my childhood friend, Sayuri Kazumi. I walk across the room to the bar that's attached to the wall sideways to stretch. 'My legs are so stiff, I need to stretch my legs more.' I thought to myself as I stretch my leg on the bar. I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard the familiar theme song of Attack on Titan coming from above the basement. 'Why does she feel the need to turn up the volume so loud? I swear I might as well get this room to be soundproof.' I sweatdropped at that thought as I switch to my other leg to stretch. I sigh deeply as my mind whirled through different dances to try.

I put my leg off the bar and sat down on the ground towards the middle of the studio. I put one leg out and stretch my arm over my head to the my toes. I silently counted to 30 in my head before I did the same thing to my other leg and arm, staring ahead at the mirror wall. I stared at myself as I see the different changes that happened over the years. Long wavy auburn hair flowed gently down to the middle her black loose t-shirt that's end to where her stomach is. Brown eyebrows still thin with a small nose and pinkish red lips created a thin line. My eyes strayed down to the side of right side of the girl's cheek that's across from me. A faint scar of stitches appear in my vision as it disappears below her chin. A pair of greenish-brown eyes stared back at me. I sit back up in a lotus position, still staring at myself as the music is played loudly in the background throughout the dance studio. I stood up and stretched my back while walked towards my phone. I picked up my phone as I stopped the music and strolled down through Youtube© to search for a certain song. The song 'Can't Stop Dancin' by Becky G was started to play through the speakers. I walked back to the center of the room with a couple of seconds to spare before the first verse of the song appear. I silently started getting into the beat of the song. As I started to get lost into the music, I started to loosen myself up. Before I could actually start the dance, a very loud voice interrupted.

"Tsubaki!!!!!" A muffled voice yelled out from above the basement, being barely loud enough for me to hear. I quickly walked to my phone and stopped the music, silence engulfed the studio for a few moments. Annoyance spread across my face as I head toward the door I entered from. 'Right when I was about to start dancing.' I thought irritated from being interrupted. I opened the door to see a set of stairs in front of me that led upwards toward another door above. I climb the stairs toward the other door. When I reached halfway up the stairs, the same slightly muffled, but loud voice yelled out,"Tsubaki!!! Hurry up!!!"

"Hold on, Sayuri! Don't you know the meaning of patient!" I yelled back in a more quiet,but equally as loud voice as I finally reached the door.

"I do, but it's important!" Sayuri whined loudly back towards me, her voice being less muffled from behind the door. 'This girl will become the death of me one day.' I thought tiredly as my hand reached towards the knob of the door. I opened the door to see the hallway before me..

"Where are you?" I asked loudly as my voice traveled through the hallway.

"I'm in here." Sayuri's voice replied from the living room. I walked into the hallway, passed by many pictures of me and Sayuri together. I took glimpses of the pictures as I pass by them, memories flashed before my eyes for a second before they disappeared. I looked forward as I near the living room with a slight smile on my face. As I turned into the living room, my smile is replaced with a look of annoyance as I looked at the scene before me. The couch is littered with blankets in a form of a blanket tent, snacks are scattered throughout the living room table, the TV is in a black, white, and gray blurred lines pattern. I looked towards the couch as a head pop out from the blanket tent. Her blonde hair is braided to her left side of her head. Her thin brown eyebrows furrowed with her pink lips in a slight pout. Her brown eyes looked up at me with a puppy dog look. I returned her look with annoyance as I took another look around the living room before I look back at her.

"What did you need?" I asked with a tired tone, already used to her childish ways. She quickly stood up and ran towards me, her arms around my legs. Her face buried in my sweatpants. I sweatdropped at the sight as I stepped back to regained my footing from the force of her colliding into my legs.

"S-stop that, Sayuri. What happened?" I stuttered slightly, as she surprised me a little bit. Her replied to my question was muffled as her face is in my sweatpants. I looked down at her,"Look at me and tell me again what happened." I said sternly. She looked up at me and said sadly, "Attack on Titan won't start playing and the TV won't work." I deadpanned at her at her answer.

"Are you serious?" I said with a tired voice. She nodded quickly before she look up at me again. I sighed as I facepalmed. 'Why do I even bother?' I questioned silently to myself. I looked back down at her.

"So, what do you want me to do?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow back at her. As she was opened her mouth to answer, a glow from behind her stopped her. We both looked towards the source of the glow that came from the TV. I looked at Sayuri and she looked at me with confusion in her eyes. I looked towards the TV and started to walk towards it. Sayuri stayed close behind me as I walked forward. As I reach my hand out towards the off button of the TV, something grabbed a hold of my wrist. I yelled in surprise as the 'thing' that grabbed a hold of my hand started to pull me into the TV.

"Tsubaki!!" Sayuri yelled out in fear. She grabbed a hold of my other wrist and started to pull me out. We both struggled to get me out until it started to pull more forcefully, bringing both me and Sayuri into the TV.

"Sayuri!!" I yelled out towards her as I grabbed a hold of her hand.

"Tsubaki!!" Sayuri yelled in response, while tightly holding onto my hand. 

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