Hibari Kyouya had a dream. A dream that never ends and has no ending. The young man in the dream will keep calling his name until the young man's figure is engulfed by brighter and brighter white light.
He had seen the young man's face clearly, but after waking up, there was only a blank in his memory. The face that he could not recall no matter what, was like a painting that took away the outline and forgot to add details.
Even if you are used to pain, you still cannot avoid the feeling of pain. It was like a thorn growing through a valve, cold, sharp, and without any warning.
[He knows me. ] Skylark said.
"Kyouya's miso is Yayoi's miso. Mitsuki Yayoi." The black-haired boy smiled warmly.
"He is Vongola's cloud. It is destined that Vongola's sky can bring him freedom and bondage."
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"Hibari Kyouya and Asano Kyousheng have nothing to do with each other."
"Kong-mi-"
The man's words murmured, echoing in his ears again.
[It's just a dream. ] Skylark told himself.
What does that person look like?
Intention: There is fog in the dream, do you also look forward to the sunshine tomorrow?