CONTENT WARNING:
This story deals with heavy themes, including depictions of mental health struggles, self-harm, suicide attempts, and mentions of childhood neglect. Reader discretion is advised.
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All Aihara Eari wanted was a place to belong-a place to call home. Being an errand person for the scholars of the Akademya was certainly doing something to provide inconsistent feelings of accomplishment and usefulness to her existence, but with the darkness spiraling within her behind smiles and laughter, it wouldn't be too long before her own mind became her end.
As a leaf among the forest of scholars in the Akademya, Wanrou kept to himself, content with simply existing surrounded by knowledge, routine, and himself. At least, that was what everyone believed. It was what he used to believe.
With the woman who kept getting in trouble catching his interest, Wanrou had found his one true goal in life. That was to keep Aihara Eari alive. Not from the mess she always got herself mixed up in.
But from herself.
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Used prompts #51, #126, #125, and #133 from the @OpenNovellaContest #ONC2025
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