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That sounded bit professional but anyways:

Lets start:

I AM SO EXCITED HOLLLY SH---- I AM SCREAMINGGGGG!!!!!

Ahem- anyways.

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Today is the 22nd of May. It is a pleasant morning. Flowers are in full bloom, and the gentle rays of the sun are as beautiful as moonlight. The air is filled with nothing but the cheerful chirping of birds. Tiny droplets of dew sparkle on the blades of grass, while puddles left behind by the night's rain shimmer along the pavement. Everything feels calm, fresh, and serene, making the morning seem almost too perfect to be real.

However, regardless of this peaceful morning, someone was drowning in grief. With a bouquet of fresh flowers in one hand and a small box of rice cakes and sushi in the other, he slowly approached a simple gravestone. Kneeling before it, he carefully placed the offerings down and sat in silence. His fingers gently traced the smooth, black-tinted granite, stopping at the name engraved in soft gray letters: Daiki Kimiko For a long moment, he simply stared at it, as though hoping the stone would answer him. Around him, the birds continued to sing, the breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, and the world moved on—unaware that, for him, time had stopped the day she died.

He couldn't help but feel a hint of annoyance at the serenity surrounding the cemetery. How could a place filled with so much loss be so peaceful? Every gravestone marked the absence of someone precious; someone deeply loved. Countless tears had been shed here, countless hearts had been broken. Shouldn't a place like this be suffocating with grief and negativity? Yet it wasn't. Instead, the gentle breeze rustled through the trees, birds sang without a care, and sunlight bathed the graves in quiet warmth. Perhaps that was God's greatest mercy,to wrap places filled with sorrow in peace, so that those left behind could find the strength to return, remember, and grieve without being consumed by despair.

He took a long, steady breath, as if accepting that there was no cure for grief except acceptance itself. A cigarette and a bottle of liquor were all he wanted at that moment. They had once been his escape from pain. But he had made a promise to the one resting beneath the stone before him—that he would never smoke or drink again. Even death had not diminished the respect he held for her. He fought to keep his composure, swallowing every tear that threatened to fall. Yet the regret buried deep within his heart refused to fade. No matter how much time passed, one thought haunted him above all else: I couldn't save her. That single failure weighed heavier than any burden he had ever carried, and it was enough to make even a man like him want to break down and cry.

He finally takes her name.

Daiki looked up at the sky, trying to force the tears back, but he couldn't. A shaky sigh escaped his lips as the grief he had been holding in finally began to break through. When suddenly, someone calls him from behind. But not giving a damn he didn't care to look behind. He just wanted to see the person he had promised to spend the rest of his life with—to grow into adulthood together and grow old by each other's side.

Fine, he accepted his defeat.

Looking at daiki chuckling slightly it made takumi smile too.

Before going daiki looks at kimiko's grave for the last time and asks takumi.

Hearing this takumi moves forward and looks straight into daiki's eyes.

Daiki didn't say anything as a reply, he just slightly tilts his head and peacefully smiles at kimiko's grave. After that he follows his path with takumi.

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In Kaisei High School:

Class 10-A

The bell rang, and everyone rushed out of their seats. It was break time. The classroom buzzed with life. Groups of students gathered around desks, chatting nonstop, laughing at each other's jokes, scrolling through their phones, and digging into their lunches. The room was nothing short of chaotic. Yet amidst all the noise, one student stood out. While everyone else enjoyed their break, a lone boy remained seated at his desk, quietly finishing his test sheet, seemingly oblivious to the lively commotion surrounding him.

He wore a pair of earphones, letting soft, soothing melodies drown out the world around him. He couldn't have cared less about the chaos surrounding him. Seated quietly at his desk, he looked as though he didn't exist just another forgotten presence in a room overflowing with noise.

Keita Reo was the pride of Kaisei High School. He consistently earned straight A's and had brought home countless trophies from academic and national competitions. To the school, he was its brightest star—the spark that made Kaisei shine. Yet, despite all his achievements and admiration, he had no friends and always the target of bullies.

While Reo was busy solving his test sheet, someone quietly walked over and stopped beside his desk. Completely absorbed in his own world, Reo didn't even notice their presence. His eyes remained fixed on the paper, and his pen continued to move across the page as if nothing around him existed.

Suddenly, a loud slam echoed through the classroom as a hand crashed onto his desk. Reo jolted in surprise, his grip tightening around his pen before he slowly looked up to see who had interrupted him.

Standing before him was none other than Yuki Kenta—the infamous bully of Kaisei High. Feared by both juniors and seniors alike, his name alone was enough to make most students avoid crossing his path.

The entire classroom fell silent, every pair of eyes fixed on them. Reo knew there was nothing he could do. Fighting back would only make things worse. So, instead, he smiled; agreed to it politely. This was the pride of Kaisei High—the school's brightest student. Yet even while enduring humiliation in front of everyone, he wore the same calm smile. No one noticed the silent frustration he buried deep inside, his knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip around the pencil in his hand.

Kenta smirked as he knew no one can stand up infront of him. He was the boss, the leader, the most feared bully in the entire school. His reputation alone was enough to silence a room, and no one dared stand against him. And what made the adrenaline surge through his veins even more was seeing the pride of Kaisei High bow his head in front of him. Even the school's brightest student stayed quiet, refusing to resist.

Yes that is the voice of reiji hayato, yuji kenta's best friend. He is always glued with kenta not like his subordinates but as his partner in crime. They have been with eachother since childhood, and trust eachother more than anyone. They were the epitome of brotherhood and loyalty.

Hayato and kenta goes towards the last bench and sit down with taking their phones out and playing games.

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In cafeteria

Reo buys chocolate milk for Kenta. Just as he was about to walk away, someone stepped into his path. Unlike the chaos surrounding him everywhere, this person carried a calm, gentle aura. A warm smile rested on their face, and this kind presence seemed strangely out of place amid the noise.

It was none other than sensei misaki, a kind, angelic like personality and always blooming like a flower as her name says. *Misaki means beautiful blossom in japanese* Sensei misaki was a charisma every student loves, with her sweet and poetic voice she teaches class 10-A English.

Seeing Reo's enthusiasm, Sensei Misaki smiled warmly, a quiet sense of pride welling up inside her.

When sensei misaki was praising reo he notices some strange marks on her hand. Those marks looked as though they had been made by something sharp. Thin scratches ran across her hand, as if someone had grabbed her forcefully while she was struggling to break free.

As soon as Sensei Misaki lowered her gaze, Reo sensed that something was definitely wrong. A wave of unease washed over him, and concern quickly took hold of his heart.

Reo gently offered his help, hoping that if Sensei Misaki felt comfortable enough, she would finally trust him and tell him the truth about what she had been hiding.

Hearing those words, a wave of disgust rose within Reo. He had always known Kenta was a bully, but he had never imagined he would cross a line that far. His hands slowly clenched into fists. The painful truth was that Misaki was right. No matter how much he wanted to help, there was nothing he could do against someone as powerful as Kenta.

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Reo was furious. He wanted to help Sensei Misaki, but he couldn't. The truth was, he simply didn't have the power to. All he could do was pray for a miracle—someone who could finally put this bastard in his place. But who could that possibly be? Everyone in the school bowed before him. After all, he was the son of the president of the AR Group. No one dared to utter a single word against him, let alone stand up to him.

As he walked up the stairs, each step bringing him an inch closer to the classroom, his heartbeat grew faster. Fury surged through his veins with every passing second. The box of chocolate milk in his hand tightened under his grip as one thought consumed his mind;he wanted nothing more than to smash it straight into Kenta's face.

He could endure all the bullying directed at him—being hit, cursed, humiliated, or mocked by other students. But forcing a teacher... that was the filthiest thing anyone could do. Even bullies were supposed to have some dignity, yet Kenta had crossed a line that should never have been crossed.

As reo was about to enter the classroom he stopped: and stared at the handle, he clenched the handle tight with his fist and opened it.

As he entered he saw kenta getting furious at his mobile. Cursing out loudly and smashing his phone on the chair. Even in rage he has torn those test sheets of reo whom he took hours to fill. Seeing all this drama around him, reo takes a deep breath before giving the chocolate milk box to kenta.

Kenta was already seething with frustration after the game, so he ignored Reo at first. But Reo didn't have the time or the patience to let him brush it off. So he forced the chocolate box to him with a thud on table. That single act of his was enough to snap the last thread of Kenta's restraint and glares at Reo with eyes full of rage, and started to bark at him like a rabid dog.

As he was screaming the amount of stares at him were raising.

Ignoring hayato kenta takes the chocolate box and place it above Reo's head as he exerted force on the box the milk spurted out like a shower on Reo's head and made him drenched in chocolate.

At this point, Reo no longer cared about the consequences. He followed his heart. With all the strength he could muster, he drove his fist into Kenta's face, sending him crashing to the ground with a heavy thud. Rage surged through Reo's veins, drowning out every rational thought. His mind replayed every cruel thing Kenta had done, every insult, every act of bullying, and, above all, everything he had done to Sensei Misaki. The memories flashed through his head like files opening one after another in a computer's storage.

Oblivious to the chaos in his mind, Reo climbed on top of Kenta and continued throwing punch after punch. His knuckles burned, but he couldn't stop. A voice deep inside him kept screaming, Don't stop. Make him feel everything he's done.

Blood streamed from Kenta's nose, staining the ground beneath him, kenta was trying hard to block those punches as he thought Reo as a weakling but still all his attempts were a failure as Reo's fists refused to slow. Suddenly, a powerful punch struck Reo from behind.

The blow knocked him off Kenta and sent him rolling across the floor. It was Hayato. He had managed to pull Reo away

The moment Hayato saw the trail of blood running from Kenta's nose, and his jaw almost broken and his teeth about to come out with the flesh clearly visible to him from his lower jaw, and those purple plum cheeks with redness covered his face he didn't hesitate for even a second. He lunged at Reo, tackling him before Reo could charge back in.

"THAT'S IT!!! STOP IT YOU GUYS!"

A high pitced voice comes from behind which made hayato's punch towards reo floats in air and when he looks aside it was none other than sensei misaki.

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