It happens again. A bright shot of agony, arcing down your back. It's worse this time, stronger. You gasp. Your skin glows with pain. A quick check on Yukine's mind reveals he's far from asleep. No, he's awake, all right, and thinking of— Oh, no. No, no, no. In other words, Yato begins to suspect Yukine is in lust with him. This is both painful and problematic. Oneshot.

At the turn of the year, the Iwatobi crew receive the tattoos that will reveal their soul-mates. At the turn of the year, Makoto's life goes to pieces.

Lately his mind plagues him.

Haru hasn't found the sea yet. Makoto's still trying to get this bandit thing down. Rin doesn't want to be king. Rei's sick of people calling his work "magic." And Nagisa just wants to go home. In which problems abound, and all 99 of Gou's involve finding water.

At the end of the school year, Satsuki deliberates on the valedictory address, and everything else.

If any of them thinks of him (and he has no reason to suspect that a single one of them does, that anyone remembers him at all), they probably assume it starts with the sword. The story of his things; the story of him.

"'When you're ten it's imaginary friends and make-believe in the sandlot. When you're twenty, they call you dangerous and wild and a genius, and it's all very sexy and fun. But then you're thirty—bam! They diagnose you with a mental illness and throw pills at you.'" Shizuo's realizing he still has a lot to learn about the man called Orihara Izaya.

There's a kid in the bathroom stall. He's curled on the floor, asleep or passed out with his forehead pressed against the toilet's base. In which Yukine is a runaway, Yato's homeless, Hiyori works at the local shelter, and it's the winter of the deepest freeze Tokyo's seen in thirty years.