The price of a moment, the significance of memories, the roads we tread on under the sole azure sky, and the value of life itself.
These mere things, once we do something to it-- will subject us to change, to meet a beautiful soul, and to love, unti...
Hello! I bet you can see that I changed the cover. 😊 It took me about an hour to make it, I hope you like it! Here's a closer look:
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I hella extended this chapter since it's been four months since I updated 🌸 sorry 😖 and it'll probably take weeks again before I update (don't worry the next chapter's already been working on)! Now that I said it all, enjoy!
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"Wa-wait, Sendoh-san!" Hikoichi bellows from behind, short in breath, trying to catch up to the person in front of him: Akira Sendoh, who was running like it's fast break in a basketball game. The spiked-haired lad was meters ahead of his friends, carrying a valuable parcel he was planning to give to someone special.
"Koshino-san, don't leave me!" Hikoichi exclaims once more, when Koshino ran past him, almost catching up to their ace. Muttering a curse when his companions won't stop from running, Hikoichi groaned before obliging his legs to move again.
Koshino stops momentarily, turning his back to face Hikoichi, and yells, "RUN UNTIL YOU CAN'T, THEN RUN A LITTLE MORE!" Laughing, Koshino resumed running again.
"BUT MY LEGS ARE ALREADY CRAMPING!" Hikoichi complains, exhaustion evident in his voice.
"I DON'T WANT TO BE LATE!" Sendoh cries out in despair, doubling his pace, completely ignoring the fact that he has two people lagging behind him.
"BUT SENDOH-SAN, YOU'RE ALWAYS LATE!!!" Hikoichi snapped, abruptly stopping, wisps of air escaping from his lips as he exhaled every breath.
"YOU TOLD US YOU WANTED TO SEE THE PERFORMANCE!" Koshino says over his shoulder, "OR IF YOU CAN'T RUN ANYMORE, JUST IMAGINE AN ANGRY AYANE-CHAN HURLING AT YOU WITH A BASEBALL BAT!"
"UGH, DAMN IT!" Hikoichi bristles, before running through the night.
It was a chilly December night cold enough to produce white fumes escape from a person's body in expiration, and it was a special day for Akira Sendoh. For it was the 18th, and he was looking forward for the day.
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November
Ayane's POV
"Ayane, your hair's really long now." Sendoh states, playing with my hair, "it's almost reaching your back."
