INFINITY

Chapter 3

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friends, huh, that's the word y/n loved the most ever since she was a kid. reason? pretty simple she had tons of them. even in that little village far far away from the huge skyscrapers of the city with probably the one tenth population of a normal city, the girl had tons of friends.

friends are stars and the black velvet in any dark night, bringing comfort within whatever reality you find yourself in. friendship feels as the wind or the water that flows between open fingers in a summer stream, yet when the wintry winds blow it is the woollens and the hearth, and in dangerous times it becomes both sword and shield. for friendship is a kind of love and love is an emotion for real and casual heroes.

the memories, yet again they're hazy.

why? don't know.

there's a kid, probably of the same age as of hers. and probably just like any other five years old kid. what was his name again? she remembered it, it's just not coming in her mind right now, it was something that goes with hatsu, maybe matsu?

yeah, hatsu, hatsu haru.

"y/n! you're always lazy" haru pouted his lips, his hands resting on his waist as he stood directly in front of the girl who was sleeping, thanks to the yet again an all nighters she pulled last night. well if mom's gonna know that her five years old Y/n hiroshi haven't had a blink of sleep in past twenty four hours, she's doomed for sure.

but best part who's gonna tell her?

"y/n! I'm gonna tell your mom that you haven't slept from last night if you didn't woke up in the next two minutes. " the pout on Haru's face grew wide.

or maybe there is someone who can tell her.

what a bother.

y/n grunted.

a little yawn lefting her mouth as she streached out her little hands. her eyes blinking several times before finally getting a glimps of the surrounding around her.

the just-risen sun shone softly on the city streets, bringing with it a flurry of early-morning activity. in the wash of the new light, her face takes on the appearance of an old photograph, one of nostalgia, so beautiful.

"there's no one else in this world that I hate the most besides you haru. " y/n cried probably still frowning about the fact that her dear best friend had ruthlessly murdered her precious hours of sleep by threatening her.

haru smacked hard on her head, "wake up you lazy idiot. we have gotta work to do. remember? "

and boy here we go, haru was the kindest, the kindest human being y/n had ever seen. probably a hundred and a thousand times more then her. and thanks to that kindness of haru she was always dragged along with him in helping the people Haru had promised he would do himself with y/n having absolutely no idea on where they are going on what theybare doing.

and this time things being no different, y/n had no idea what this boy standing in front of her was talking about. "what is it this time haru? " y/n questioned standing straight in front of the boy and tidying her favorite frock up.