It’s been a month since shirakumo‘s passing, to say they were taking the grief hard was an understatement. Shouta worked his frail body to the bone, while Hizashi stayed by his side for moral support, they only had each other.

Shouta completely destroyed himself with intense training day after day, his physical strength got stronger whilst his body grew more damaged than ever. He’s never felt so…powerless and weak. Shouta’s emotions consist of nothing but bottled up anger and stress, he became more irritable, pushing others away while isolating himself. But there was more..another feeling that he couldn’t understand.

The way She tends to his wounds with such care, the way Her soulless eyes glistened when they made eye contact…she was ethereal. Every glimpse of Her had Shouta’s heart pounding out his chest as if it was yearning for Her…he’s never felt like this before and he couldn’t understand it.

It was one of those days again. Shouta practically collapsed against the wall, his legs too weak to support his weight anymore. His heavy panting mixed in with the tapping of Her shoes echoing around the dimly lit training grounds. He turned his gaze elsewhere as She crouched down, her fingers gently running over the carpet burn on the palm of his hand.