Even now, Fuji Syusuke still remembered that night. The bright moonlight fell through the window, casting gentle shadows on the floor. In the shelter of that protective darkness, the hands around his shoulders trembled with restrained emotion. He gently took hold of them, feeling the warmth of the other's fingertips in their barely perceptible touch. Though it was a summer night, those callused fingers were cold. The boy who had once been revered as a god's child suddenly seemed fragile, as if he might shatter at any moment.
The wind roared past the window, like a torrent that would never tire. Amid its howling, Fuji heard himself speak.
"I've been waiting for something to kill me, just as I've been waiting for something to let me live."
Theme: A boy chasing his dream
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