Short story. CP: Madara.
I remember there was an episode in Natsume Season 3 where a monster appeared in a multi-track warehouse. Then the tsundere monsters of Grandpa, who loves multi-tracks, come to help. The moment I saw the monsters hitting my dying grandfather's head with tools while humming "Get well soon", I burst into tears QAQ.
Perhaps for monsters, human existence is too short-lived. It will die out in a few decades. But sometimes I think that monsters who have been intimate with humans are the most painful. In the long years to come, I can only walk with memories.
So I could only take a step back and think, "At least there were good times."
Learn to be grateful and content.
So I wrote this story without any hesitation. (→He desperately brought the topic back T-T.)
Hope you like it^-^.