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Fly (Keishin Ukai) -  COMPLETED by KarasunoParkingLot
KarasunoParkingLot
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Yuki Nishinoya was set to lead Japan's future in volleyball, until one tragic moment at the National Finals shattered everything. The injury changed her life, stealing not only her ability to play but her memories and spark. Four years later, she's a ghost of her former self, withdrawn, and disconnected from the sport she once loved. But when her younger brother's team needs an assistant coach, Yuki reluctantly returns to the court. Coaching reignites a flicker of passion and unlocks fragments of her forgotten past. As she rediscovers who she was, Yuki must confront the trauma that's kept her grounded. And through it all, she finds unexpected support, and maybe something more, in the boys' coach who refuses to let her give up on herself again. Will Yuki rise from the ashes of who she was, or will the weight of her past keep her from flying once more?
Out of Touch by prodkivy
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a deep dive into an unknown person's journal and their journey through trauma, loss, and most importantly love. - when the actions of falling in love turn into the very reason for your existence. the very reason that drives your passions and keeps you up at night. when you know there's only one way in and one way out. when you know that no matter how many times you skim through the pages, read the written words with such delicacy and hold this book close.. we will always be out of touch. info ⚠️ - mild trigger warnings (will give one before a tough chapter) - gender neutral. gender isn't specified and you can envision the mc to be whoever you'd like.
what i would've gave by nightmarefemme
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#17 in poetry! part 1 - there are so many things i wish i could tell him. ask him. scream at him. but he's not coming back and i don't want it. not anymore, not the way i used to. the day i stopped calling him dad was the day he died. part 2 - some people are not the destination, but the journey, they say. i'd like to retrace my steps, just once, to seem them again, hold them again, love them again. it was a privilege, to be allowed to love you. maybe you lost a pair of shoulders to cry on, too. this is for you.