[ Moving out had been one hell of a process, Shouto reflects. Transferring all of the money from the account his father had set up, putting the money into his own. Finding somewhere close to his mother's hospital but not too far away from work, and easy enough to get to via the train so he could travel easily and Fuyumi could visit without too much hassle. The only downside is that he's been so used to his one address all his life that he... might have misspoke his apartment's address to Fuyumi.
It doesn't occur to him that he's messed up, so it's a good thing that his neighbor is a good person who doesn't actually try to read his mail and goes about finding a way to return it to him.
He answers the door and blinks at the person on the doorstep, surprised despite himself. ] Yes?
[Moving out is always a process, but he's surprised to have anybody else's mail in his box.
Usually his mail is spam or his mother sending him care packages. He should have known when he got a particularly thin envelope- but no, he trusted in the mailman.]
Ah, I seem to have gotten your mail by accident, Todoroki-kun.
[He holds out the envelope.]
I opened it, but I didn't read anything beyond the first line, I promise.
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It doesn't occur to him that he's messed up, so it's a good thing that his neighbor is a good person who doesn't actually try to read his mail and goes about finding a way to return it to him.
He answers the door and blinks at the person on the doorstep, surprised despite himself. ] Yes?
no subject
Usually his mail is spam or his mother sending him care packages. He should have known when he got a particularly thin envelope- but no, he trusted in the mailman.]
Ah, I seem to have gotten your mail by accident, Todoroki-kun.
[He holds out the envelope.]
I opened it, but I didn't read anything beyond the first line, I promise.