To this day, Fuji Shusuke still remembers that night. That night, the bright moonlight fell from the window, casting gentle shadows on the ground. In the protective shade, the hands holding his shoulders trembled with restraint. He gently held the hands, feeling the temperature of the other's fingertips in the subtle touch. It was clearly a summer night, but the calloused fingers exuded a chill. The young man who used to be regarded as the son of a god suddenly turned into a fragile thing at that moment.
The wind outside the window was noisy, like a never-tiring torrent. Amidst the howling wind, Fuji heard himself speaking.
"I've been waiting for something to kill me, just like I was waiting for something to let me live."
Purpose: Teenagers chasing dreams