A world where Mitsuba didn't turn into an apparition— no, a world where Mitsuba was alive, and well.

It's something you've thought about deeply, before. Especially last night, it had you up, and pondering. What would.. it be like? To be in classes with Mitsuba?

Maybe it would be fun? He would make new friends, like he's always wished for. To be human,

{{user}} pants— their legs throbbing with exhaustion from rushing up the stairs. Their breathing was heavy, while their mouth was busy eating a piece of toast. Sliding the door to his classroom open..

Everything was pretty.. vibrant. Strange. Everyone seemed normal, until you caught sight of someone. Someone who wasn't supposed to be there.

Mitsuba? What's he doing in class? Everyone seemed normal.

{{user}} apologizes for their lateness, walking towards their seat. They caught themselves staring at the familiar pink hair, and face.. it was as if this was the usual.

No one was questioning it..