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Indigo [Gakushuu x Reader]

"Being alone is lonely, so we just hold hands. By doing that, we remain children forever."

The world spins in chaos, turning, tumbling. Almost like a dream, warped with contempt and fear. Forever and Never, two contradictory words that described the same thing to the time-worn, those with loss and heartache plenty.

It was never the same as before, and yet it was going to stay like this forever more - Both described the same situation, the same fears.

And it was in the same way.

'Ignorance is bliss', the adults will say, tones of contempt and disgust in their words. 'Children are ignorant, thus they are always blissful and careless. They should learn otherwise, the sooner the better.'

They scorn the children for innocence out of throws of envy and regret disguised as care and concern.

The past is always beautiful, childhood shown in rose-coloured light. The future is always bleak, dark, even to those who followed optimisms light. Blissfully unaware of what the spinning, chaotic world would eventually do, children laugh and play, their hearts free.

When the world spins far too much, everything tumbles, and children lose the will to trust their hearts ever again. Everything falls apart, and they realize that what they had will never be again.

They realize they can't trust anyone so freely again.

So they lock their hearts away, never to see the sun again, becoming as miserable as the adults that lead the way.

Alone in the dark, a little girl laughs.

Songs of delicate, silver splendor, of a world he'd long since lost.

Colours drenched the darkness she twirled within, as if they spoke more than words could ever hope to express.

She dances alone, free of all the chaos the world instills. The world around her reflects the colours that danced in her heart.

Purples, blues, and the smallest edge of red stained the skies in that world.

A forest in sunset light, a mix of indigo and rose-red, befitting the gentle depths of her soul.

Her eyes were closed with great exuberance that reflected the happiness that swelled within her tiny form. Her presence was a dream most sweet in a bitter way - a reminder of everything he'd lost since then.

He felt like he knew her, and in truth he had, once.

She was a thorn in his side, a girl lost one fateful, stormy night he scarcely remembered, if only out of guilt he refused to release his hold of. She remained his one thread that connected him with the world he still hadn't forgotten, though he had long since forgotten who she really was.

He'd long since forgotten what she truly meant to him, focusing only on what he hated at the time.

She'd dance in his dreams forever more, as if it was merely his own subconscious spite that kept her there.

Asano Gakushu once swore that he'd never become like his father, and yet, before he knew it, he'd become just the same.

It was never going to be the same as before.

And yet, he felt he was going to stay this way forever.

Turning, tumbling, spinning through the chaos.

A turbulent nightmare that had become his reality.

Like his father, Gakuho, Gakushu had become ruthless, always making sure that he was the best, striving to crush those that would hinder his progress. Just like his father, he sought to crush his enemies under his foot, making them suffer for even considering the idea that he could be beaten, his father included.