Under Nagano

Part 1

<Authors note: Hello everyone, this is my first story that I have been working on for a little and have decided to start posting for motivation. I haven't fully decided yet but I think I am going to post a chapter every Tuesday or Wednesday

TW: the beginning chapters will be rough and depressing but this is a story that will only go up from there. I'm planning for it to turn more into a rom-com by the end so gotta get all the trauma out of the way 😅 This story includes heavy suicidal tendencies and thoughts, crippling depression and anxiety, death and potentially other mental disorders that I haven't written out yet. This is also an LGBT story with the focus on two men.

With that said, if this story is not for you then please click out and I wish you well. For the ones that will stay, please bear with me 😭🙏 and thank you :)> 

In the midst of Nagano's mist-shrouded streets, where sorrow lingers like echoes in the stillness, Nikko sat frozen, near the edge of a lake haunted by a shattered heart and the weight of unbearable loss. He clutched the fringes of his tattered emotions, desperately yearning for solace, for a love that wouldn't crumble beneath the touch of fate's cruel hand, but also, for death.

As the mournful autumn breeze whispered through the alley, Nikko's sobs melded with the rustling leaves, creating a symphony of sorrow. Gazing upon the moonlit sky, he caught a glimpse of Yami's smile, his laughter echoing through the chambers of his memory.

"Yami," Nikko whispered, his voice trembling with longing. "Why did you have to go? Why did you leave me alone here?"

Silence embraced Nikko for hours on end, a dark and painful shroud that wrapped around him like a suffocating embrace. But as he began to surrender into a spiral, a warm presence seemingly out of nowhere, appeared before him.

"Are you lost, my dear?" a soothing voice called out, pouring honeyed words into the abyss of Nikko's despair.

Startled, he turned his tear-stained face to the enigmatic figure before him. It was a beautiful boy that one could mistake for an ethereal being. His serene facial expression illuminated by the moon's gentle glow, and a warmth he emitted that embraced Nikko, captivated him.

Nikko's breath hitched as his eyes met the boy's kind gaze. "... who are you?"

He chuckled softly, a melody of solace. "You can call me Hoshi. Spelled with the same character as a star. Let me help comfort you." He took a few steps closer to Nikko, crouching down to look him gently in the eye. "Tell me, what's on your mind?"

Tears streaming down his face, Nikko's trembling fingers reached out towards Hoshi. "Please.. what should I do..?"

With a gentle smile, Hoshi entwined his fingers with Nikko's, their souls colliding in a way that would change their lives forever.

"Maybe," Hoshi hummed, his voice like a lullaby, "for a start, we can learn to live again, even in the face of tragedy..." He looks down at Nikko with a faint and gentle smile on his face. "I assume you're going through tough times, yes?" He whispered as he knelt down, still holding Nikko's hands in his own. "Please... it hurts. It hurts so much.." Hoshi gently brushed a tear away from his cheek. "Tell me, what should I call you?" Nikko blinked, feeling overwhelmed with emotion, his mind unable to focus on anything beyond the softness of Hoshi's voice. "My dear," Hoshi said again, gently caressing Nikko's palm with his thumb, his other hand resting on top of Nikko's head in an attempt to comfort him. "What should I call you?" he repeated, his voice filled with the same quiet and warm tone.