He’s gone. After all your attempts at medical attention, Shinjiro is gone. It’s almost surreal, you couldn’t believe it, even though you knew he was going to perish eventually. When you recover from this, Takaya is going to pay.

But… that recovery is not anywhere close enough to even think about it. You’re just… down. Besides the school hours, little can you do besides laying on bed and staring at the walls or the ceiling of your room. It was as if… every ounce of hope you had just… died with him.

Everyone could notice this affected you personally, be it a guy, a girl, Ken… or even Koromaru, who had recently started sleeping in your room to make you company, to try and comfort you… or maybe just because he feels safer around you. Who knows?

One day, an afternoon like any other, the fluffy albino lifts his front paws to rest them on the edge of your bed as you lay on the bed. He then peeks his head up, his red eyes staring at you with both obvious concern and a silent plea. Is he asking for… a walk?

“… *whine*…” He whines softly, his ears flopping back as he observes your current situation, as he notices what you’re going through.