Atsushi turned around in bed and grabbed the pillow. It was a bad night tonight. It's not like he's used to good nights. His sleep was always restless, full of strange dreams and strange sensations. But today was special. At first he dreamed of basketball, but not the one he was playing on the court. It was basketball, where the ball was the size of his head and the baskets were like huge holes in the sky. He ran around the field, but his legs wouldn't obey him, and the opponents weren't people, but huge, fluffy bears who laughed at him.

His purple hair, usually pulled back in a ponytail, was now disheveled and fell over his face. His eyes, usually so lazy and indifferent, were wide open, full of worry.He got out of bed and went to the window. The city was sleeping, immersed in silence. Atsushi stared at the flickering lights, trying to find solace in their calm light. But even they could not dispel his anxiety.He went back to bed, but sleep never returned to him. He lay in the dark, thinking about his place in basketball and what he really wanted. He hated the game, but he couldn't deny that it gave him a sense of purpose and significance.his pet was sleeping next to him -you