SEASONS | [HAIKYUU] ▼

[ CHANGE OF SEASONS ]

SOMETIMES, IN THIS WORLD OF CONFUSION AND CHAOS,
the organized mess of corporate companies and kickstarted passion projects wandering, so mechanically fluid, like a never-ending cycle of machines pumped to the brim with battery only to be drained of each remaining fragment of it and then recharged, repackaged, and repeated; the routine rounds of expressions worn out and about by faux masqueraders in an attempt to win their way falling face-to-face in front of those genuinely feeling; the sunrise and the sunset, always synced, perfectly aligned, without noticeable fault and set on a ticking time bomb with a busted clock that would never ring, never signify a break or a chance to make a mistake and recover, stronger and newer and better; there was, miraculously, a moment of what could only be described as change.

Those who breathed in the air around them were often immune to them, but even then, they would taste the subtle shift, smell the slight switch, feel the infinitesimal innovation. For the air which they so craved was perhaps the most affected of them all.

Right as the younger generations would begin to be sent off to school, the winds whispered a transformative tune, chilling the air ever-so-slightly at first before gradually dipping deeper into the depths of coldness, ironing out the kinks in its design until it was freshly-pressed and crisp to the touch.  The green foliage would be painted in a palette of warm hues, stripping the greens of their greenness and replacing it with reds and oranges and yellow.  Thus was autumn.

Eventually autumn progressed from shivers into numbness, and the temperatures were no longer cool, but frigid.  The freeze would settle into the bones of all around it, as brittle as the sudden sensation of the air and as barren as the once-bright trees.  They shed their dying coats in favor of swaying in the chill, unprotected, but still remained with a sense of quiet resilience, waiting for the most opportune moment to opt back into growth.  Thus was winter.

Soon enough winter would come to pass, and no longer were the forests so naked, nor the air so frozen.  Rain found its way back through the sky, snaking across the atoms of atmosphere until reaching a semi-humid state, settling across the snowy remains of the past ways before melting them to dew.  Where flakes of white had once lay now sprouted new life, pale and pastel, young and innocent with the hopes of innocence.  Thus was spring.

Spring, too, would leave, and the children, once packed into buildings, would run out, amok and free, into the newly warmed air, the brightly-saturated sun shining its sharp rays down upon them and soaking them in the light.  The new life flourished and fought for higher positions, climbing beside buildings and towering overhead as their ancestors had once prior, casting shade for rest and relaxation as the heat grew unrelentingly unbearable, offering rest to those who sought it.  Thus was summer.

Even this change, so much broader than life itself, clung to a cyclical pattern, coming and going once before repeating itself again and again, without fault, without falseness.  But to those who observed it, it offered precisely the right sort of change to an otherwise stagnant population.

As someone who had always stuck to their own patterns, you never noticed just how similarly days could change until that of your own went through the cycle of movement.  Your home, as you knew it, was gone.  Your life, as you knew it, was gone.   A new horizon awaited you.

And it was only that which sparked the realization that life, too, came and left with the passing of the seasons.

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starring you as

[Y/N] [L/N],

a recent transfer student who will face the changes of life's notions

and

the cast of Haikyuu as

THEMSELVES,

those waiting to guide you along the path of the seasons.

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