...that's it, then.

I'm gonna die alone.

Watching Azumane walk away, watching his love walk away, made Nishinoya feel like there was a little chip in his heart. He felt dead? Was he dead? Azumane had been his life and soul.

...Asahi had been his life and soul.

A dog was barking in the distance. The green grass seemed too bright. The trees swayed too happily. How was his world crumbling apart around him if it was all so bright?

Maybe it was all fake. Maybe he wasn't awake, maybe he was dreaming? He was dreaming. He had to be dreaming. He was dreaming, right? Azumane- Asahi- would never leave him otherwise. There was no way. No possible way.

There was a way.

Weeks later, months later, Nishinoya hadn't woken up in a cold sweat. This was no dream. It was reality. And it was so, so, real. All to real.

It was his reality to keep.

Life really wasn't fair.

Yeah sorry about like, never posting, this enby is dealing with bad anxiety and a sk8 brainrot at the same time. But not to worry, I will update, just more sparsely.