Snowdrop ; HAIKYUU!! (REWRITING)

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Disclaimers:
1) Mention of a suicide attempt and a mental breakdown ahead. If uncomfortable and/or triggering, skip ahead past the rant (you'll know what it is).
2) Small mentions of sensitive political/historical/cultural topics. Please, please do not start an argument in the comments; this was not written with the intent of causing such —only to give dimension, conflict, and character to my OC and the plot line.

Kansai Boy

July, 2011

WHEN SHE WAS SIXTEEN YEARS OLD, MIRINAE once attempted to drown herself.

She was somewhere in Western Japan in Kansai with her aunt for a visit, in a town she'd long forgotten the name of because she blocked it out of her memory.

But she did remember it was a seaside town that had a cliff. It wasn't an extremely high cliff, but high enough to make an impact.

She remembered that as she was going up, a part of her tried to stop herself, to tell her that it was a bad idea. But her other thoughts overtook them.

Too crushing. Too suffocating. It was too much.

She was too much.

『 넌 부담이다.

살아야 이유가 뭐있어? 』

At last, she reached the top.

The salty sea breeze sent her hair flying, tickling her neck. The sun was in the process of setting, casting its orange glow directly on its face as the half circle on the horizon grew smaller and smaller.

It was beautiful scenery.

At least my last day alive would be decent.

One, two, three.

She jumped.

Only for someone to grab her wrist and promptly yank her body back to solid earth.

Losing her footing, she began to fall. Her face would've eaten shit had it not been for that same person, who caught and softened her fall. Instead of hitting the ground, she fell on someone's sturdy chest, the person immediately following and landing with a small thud.

Labored breathing and murmurs that sounded like "good, yer alive", and "thank god" was heard as she tried to process what just happened.

One second she was trying to end her misery, centimeters away from hitting the sea to end it all, and the next second she was on top of someone, away from the edge.

Once she got back to her senses and sat up, she managed to take a (withering) look at her (unprompted) savior. A boy her age with (atrocious) bleach blond hair and honey brown eyes stared back.