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Hyōgo, Inarizaki High School
In the hushed stillness of twilight, amidst the somber symphony of whispered winds, there exists a world where shadows dance with memories, and hearts echo with the ache of loss. Here, in the realm of sorrow, where the veil between life and death is gossamer-thin, a soul grapples with the relentless grip of despair, consumed by the cruel hands of fate that have torn a loved one from their grasp. Picture a solitary figure standing upon the precipice of oblivion, their silhouette etched against the backdrop of a waning sun, its golden hues fading into the abyss of night. This figure is but a vessel of fractured dreams, a shattered mirror reflecting the fractured fragments of a once vibrant existence. In their eyes, there is a depth of sorrow so profound, it threatens to engulf the very essence of their being.
Every heartbeat is a lament, every breath a whisper of longing for the touch of a hand now forever stilled. Memories cascade like cascading stars, each one a bittersweet reminder of a love that once illuminated the darkest corners of their soul. They wander through the labyrinth of yesterdays, tracing the footsteps of a beloved lost to the merciless embrace of time. In the stillness of the night, they find themselves ensnared in a web of regrets, each thread woven with the whispered promises of tomorrows that will never come to pass. They are haunted by the specter of what could have been, tortured by the cruel illusion of hope that lingers like a wisp of smoke in the cold embrace of twilight.
Death, that inexorable specter, casts its shadow over every corner of their world, a reminder of the fragility of life and the inevitability of its end. They are consumed by a sense of futility, as though they are but pawns in a cosmic game played by unseen hands. For what is the purpose of love, they wonder, if it is destined to end in sorrow? And yet, amidst the darkness that threatens to swallow them whole, there flickers a glimmer of light, a beacon of hope amidst the tempest of despair. It is the memory of their loved one, a flame that refuses to be extinguished by the chill of death. In their heart, they carry the legacy of a love that transcends the boundaries of time and space, a love that whispers of eternity in the face of mortality.
"Hey boys, missed me?" Her voice was the same old - laced with humor and teasing - the same old yet there was a hint of something underlying her words, something they could not decipher. There she stood, her Karasuno uniform replaced by the Inarizaki unifrom. The colors of her old uniform was gone, in it was the brown and black that they knew to be their school's.
"Y/N-chan!" Atsumu exclaimed excitedly, his eyes twinkling in happiness, the surprise had worn off and the worry had, too. Now, it was replaced by enthusiasm. The gleam in his eyes seemed akin to the starry skies and all Osamu could do was roll his eyes at the antics of his childish brother. Who was he kidding? Osamu was just as excited as Atsumu. It was apparent in the smile that etched itself upon his face, unknowingly or knowingly.
"I'll take that as a yes." She chuckled, the sound harmonious, almost like a music note to their ears. Kita Shinsuke was the first to step forward, his hands on his sides as his calm demeanour brought a subtle smile on the black haired girl's face, she nodded at him, "Kita-kun."
