Oboro Shirakumo died in an avalanche of stone, saving the kids in the work-study that cost his life. But Kirogiri lived, saved by the twisted empathy of the doctor of the LOV. Now Shirakumo, buried deep within his counterparts' memory, struggles to remember his former life as he is cared for by his loyal, but nearly out-of-hope, friends. This is a story I wrote several years ago then rediscovered, on a long-forgotten google doc, this weekend. It is full of tender moments, a ton of angst, and descriptions of the League's evil doctor as well. Hopefully, further chapters will follow with Oboro slowly finding himself in the new normal of being a rather youth-minded man in a former LOV body, and his journey to renewal. (while this still stands under general audiences, I would like to warn that there is darker stuff here; doctor corruption, near-death experiences, and even mild self-harm may make an appearance. I shall avoid cussing wherever possible (so hopefully all the time.) This is not my art. With that, I conclude this summary. Enjoy! :-)