#kibou.arc

[not-marksmannn]

Reaching...

[Even with Kazuto reaching out, Bondo doesn't know what else to do].

As he leaves his house, in the middle of the night, he wonders how the rest of them have their orientation. He wants to be there, but a certain, overshadowing feeling won't let him go. It's like a chain, pulling him back to the ground and his house, like a prisoner.

He types, as his phone sends a message for him. For Satou.

[Hey, just thought we should... Make a group chat, maybe? You know someone who might join our crafts club?]

He knows that's an obvious lie, but Satou can believe it. If he doesn't... then, he'll try to tell him he just created one, just for the three of them.

@ua-sugarman @ua-kojibondo

[not-marksmannn]

Hope you get a nice day!

Kazuto walks quickly for his destination. The trip was easy, although mind-numbing. He tends to be away in his own world when it comes to trips. The bus was, in a way, a escape mechanism. Kazuto prefers that way.

He hugs the game under his arm as he approaches the house. The first thing he notices is that the house looks like a garden. Full of green, sun light, and all in all, a natural vibe that Kazuto can't quite place in his memories.

He thinks it has to do with his memories, but he's not sure if he can remember something that looks or feels like this. Perhaps it's a dream? A fantasy?

He steps forward, and realizes that, indeed, it's not a fantasy. His shoulders sag, free from the tension he was putting on them.

Once he's in front of the door, he knocks thrice to make sure that the people inside listen and know that he's here. Although, he wouldn't want to bother them too much...

He remembers. Of course he had to do it!

He brings his phone out, and types a message. Kaminari deserves to know that he arrived, even if he's not here to do it.

@ua-chargebolt @ua-chargebolt-asks

[not-marksmannn]

[SMS] Heya, Kazu, you seemed kinda stressed out! I've got cookies and plenty of free time rn, maybe we could haaang~ (´-ω-`( _ _ )

Uh... thank you. Kaminari, do you mind if we hang out in your room? Or do you want it to be in mine?

I'm fine either way, and... well... we could do what you asked me to. If it's fine.

...

I'll be on my way.

[not-marksmannn]

Future.

There are rumors saying that Marksman can jump a whole building. Kazuto doesn't have the heart to tell them that they're right, because that means excitement from his fans.

And what happened that time, that was a one-time affair.

He stays on a rooftop, looking at the streets. Nothing out of the ordinary. People minding their business, having fun, enjoying life, going to their homes, having sexual affairs outside (he's not one to judge, he already went through that phase. Kazuto averts his gaze). Marksman stays alert for any out of place sounds, a gun being shot, a place where something's off.

He wonders what could have happened if he truly gave up, when he was young. He wonders what could have happened if Mystery had their claws over him, their presence being a shadow looming on top of his existence. Like his mother.

He wasn't happier because of Mystery, and he was sure. Marksman is his true path, since the beginning. Even if he struggled, those things... are the ones he wants to protect. Happiness, peace, and silence. The status quo had to be protected. He helps.

Maybe, people had to see the darkness to watch the light.