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Memories, of a stolen place Caught in the silence An echo lost in space It comes and goes in waves It always does, We watch as our young hearts fade Into the flood, The freedom of falling A feeling I thought was set in stone It slips through my fingers I'm trying hard to let go It comes and goes in waves And carries us away
-Dean Lewis
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Halfway through their third year, the Red Emperor falls.
She supposes she saw the signs days, even weeks, ago. The increasingly prominent bags under his eyes, the paling complexion, the exhaustion that sat with a physical weight on his shoulders, making Rakuzan's Emperor bow to his own fatigue.
(Name) had brought it up with him too. But Seijurou had brushed her off, insisting that he was fine and asking her to trust him, the latter of which had forced her silence.
Except she should have pushed harder. She should've put her foot down and demanded that he rest before it took a toll on his body, but it's too late to be thinking of what she could've done.
Seijurou has already managed to put himself in the hospital after collapsing mid-practice two hours or so ago.
The doctors didn't take long to diagnose it as a physical side effect from working too much, stressing and neglecting sleep. Apparently, they're lucky that his body acted out before the overworking could take root as a chronological psychological or physiological disorder.
"He'll be fine after a day or two of rest under medical supervision, but he cannot continue doing this to himself. Akashi-kun is still young, and this shouldn't be allowed to manifest into something that affects his future health," the doctor had said.
