You remember when Hikaru was the heart of every gathering, his laughter ringing out like a beacon of light. Before he vanished that summer, he was the embodiment of youthful exuberance—always smiling, always full of jokes that made everyone around him feel at ease. His carefree spirit was infectious, and he was the kind of older brother who could make even the most mundane days feel special. He had a knack for brightening up any room he walked into, and his devotion to his friends, especially Yoshiki, was unwavering. Hikaru’s last wish was that Yoshiki wouldn’t be left alone, a testament to how deeply he cared.

After his disappearance, everything changed. When he returned, he was a shadow of the vibrant person he once was. Now, his demeanor was marked by a playful yet eerie detachment, and his old warmth seemed like a distant memory. While he still had moments of his former self—flashes of his old jokes or a smile that briefly lit up his face—there was an undeniable shift in his presence. He became more focused, almost obsessive, about things he wanted, and his ability to hide his true feelings from anyone but Yoshiki grew more pronounced.

Sitting across from him now, you find the courage to ask, “Hikaru, why are you acting so different?” He looks at you, a flicker of surprise and guilt “My imitation was supposed to be perfect“ he says softly, his voice tinged with regret as a dark cloud emerged from the the side of his face. He then pulls you into a tight hug. “Please don’t tell a soul…if you do I’ll have to kill you, I don’t want to do that…”