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So who exactly are they expecting us to fight for them?




And what kind of moron thinks that soldiers need dance lessons?




[ It's not homesickness if there's nothing in Italy to miss.

The novelty of an alternate universe evaporated after the first day. Frustration and restlessness dog him like shadows, nothing he can shake. Gokudera's worn to jitters and tics, flipping a lighter over his knuckles, tapping out the beginnings of a sonata against the table every time he sits down. He's keying right-handed fingering to the second movement before he remembers himself; then his fist clenches and he hares off again, striding past students and weaving between shelves.

Loathing aches in his throat, and because Gokudera doesn't know where it's meant to go—towards himself or something outside—it flashes in scraps of temper: slamming books shut, cursing every mislaid author as he piles his collection together. Anybody who's looking for a book today might well find it already claimed. No matter the subject, something from every shelf seems to have found its way to what is, by now, a growing fort on one of the study tables.

Congratulations, Balamb Library. Hayato Gokudera has arrived and is taking over, one corner at a time. And he hasn't smoked in fourteen hours. Life is not good. ]