&. 𝐀 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝.

&. *Breathes* I'm still alive, I'm handling some request atm so yeah. See you all soon.

The Prince 👑

#metaphor #メタファー

❛ Good morning. ❜

&. I'll be active soon, probably on the weekend because of work.

&. I'm still alive, my sched is really full atm so I don't know when I'll be active again. Hopefully soon since I really like the interaction I have currently.

❛ So I heard, you do not remember anything at all. ❜ Makoto uttered, the concern was visible in his tone despite the usual stoic look on his face.

however, her memories seem to have faded.

Makoto accompanied Junpei as he visited Chidori, the look of pain and relief are written in his eyes. As Junpei came out, Makoto's gaze followed him.

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performed a miracle in exchange for her own. He walked over to Junpei side.
After that night of blood and tragedy, days passed and they heard a word that Chidori has come back to life by miracle, by placing the flower she gave life to before her death

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Takaya and Jin. He pulled himself together as he stood there with resolve of ending them at the tower of death.
That battle was shortly cut, much to his displeasure because they were able to escape but in amidst of that Chidori, the woman that Junpei yearn for,

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❛ Junpei! ❜ He shouted, his voice cracked as he called out to him. This cannot be happening, he would not want to lose another friend in the same terrible way that Shinjiro did.

Makoto reluctantly let him go as he knew they have still adversary to deal with,

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who fell to his death under the gaze of the gigantic eerie moon. The words barely escape their lips as the horror of his sudden death finally struck them, the rage in his comrade's voice knocked him back to his senses as he run desperately to his friend.

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• Starter for @p3chidorita.bsky.social

The oppressive sight of a tragedy that was similar to what they witnessed months ago once more occurred right before his eyes, the vicinity that was silence by the sound of a gunshot and the lifeless body of his comrade

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looking with curiousity, meanwhile Makoto was waiting for this introduction to be done as he spin the pen on his palm. The teacher then gestured to the transfer student to began her introduction.

shoulder with his usual friendly and too loud friendly gesture. "Woah, would you look at that? We are in the same class again!" A wide smile decorated his features as he dragged Makoto to his seat.

Moments later, their teacher arrived together with a new student. Some of his classmates were

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though he would not complain altogether, at least there he already have grown to use their presence, naturally he would not admit that out loud.

Junpei immediately dashed to him when Makoto manifested at the door of their classroom, draping his arm's on Makoto's

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As the crowd of students lessen, Makoto finally was able to view the list and where he is assigned homeroom this time. He does not know if his fate was getting too comfortable putting him with multiple coincidence of winding up in the same homeroom as Junpei and Kenji

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displeasure was clearly written all over his pale countenance while he stood there, hands in pockets waiting for the crowd to dismiss. Heavens forgive him for being impassive to this kind of things and for the loud chatters of this cheerful individuals, much to his discomfort.

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its max volume to shut this endless commotion.

To some, specifically to the likes of Junpei this act is seemingly overboard as they already accustomed to the endless excitement of the students whenever the new semester started. However it is not the case for Makoto as the look of

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• Starter for @in-stitches.bsky.social

The loud chattering from a crowd of students hovering the school board was almost defeaning as it echoed through the hallways, enough for him to thank the heavens that both of his ears are covered with his clipped-on silver headphones, playing the music

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&. I'll start sending starters here too, probably when I get home later.