[Prince of Tennis Fanfiction] Dust and Time: A Year Without Meeting

That winter, I moved from Tokyo back to Kanagawa.

The roads along the way were piled with pure white snow, giving off a gentle warmth in the month's final sunlight. Then, in the wind that seemed to sweep through everything, the snowflakes whirled into disarray, like a piece of silk tearing apart. As I watched the snow melt away, I thought I could hear time splintering.

As if unable to bear it for a moment, I raised my head. The sky glowed with a faint, cool, profound light, its deep blue hue just like his eyes.

Fujisaki Shusuke.