Until much later, when he looked back on his life, Atobe Keigo would always feel that if, was really the cruelest word in the world.
It puts the most unbearable facts in one's life right in front of one's eyes, accompanied by countless beautiful or painful imaginations, and the kind of despair that drives people into the abyss.
How wonderful it would be if everything was just a dream.
In that dream, there was no tomorrow and no future. There was only Xiaojing and his Kansai wolf when he was in junior high school. Oh, and that guy Fuji. He hadn't broken up with Tezuka at that time. The four of them could just make an appointment together like the most ordinary lovers. Have afternoon tea together on a warm sunny winter afternoon, or play tennis all day in the scorching summer sun, mixed with the suffocating moisture vapor in the air after the summer rain, and the wanton flying left by the sweat of the teenagers on the tennis court.
It's a pity that there probably won't be another chance.
How great it would be if everything was just if.
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