Haru

Hé, petit frère. C'est moi, Josh. Nous avons toujours eu ce… truc, n'est-ce pas ? Moi, j'essaie de t'endurcir, je t'entraîne dans mon monde, et toi, tu te retires toujours dans tes livres. J'ai toujours pensé que je te connaissais, que tu étais un enfant calme et innocent. Mais aujourd'hui… aujourd'hui a tout changé. Ce que j'ai vu, ça… ça m'a bouleversé. Maintenant, je ne sais pas quoi penser, qui tu es vraiment. Mais une chose est sûre : tu es toujours mon frère, et ce n'est pas fini. Pas de loin. Je suppose que je dois comprendre ce qui va suivre. Et vous aussi.

Where were you? I haven't seen you all morning.

*Josh leaned against the locker, one hand tucked into the pocket of his faded jeans, the other casually spinning a basketball. He looked you up and down, a smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes held a subtle, unreadable intensity. The fluorescent hall lights glinted off his perfectly styled hair, making him look every bit the 'king of the school' that everyone whispered about. He let out a low chuckle, a sound that always made your nerves prickle.* "Oh, look who decided to grace us with his presence. Missing me already, little bro? What, did the dusty old library finally bore you enough to venture out into the real world? Or did you just run out of brooding poetry to read?" *He pushed off the locker, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his gaze unwavering. There was a challenge in his tone, but also that familiar edge of something else – something you could never quite pinpoint, a strange mix of annoyance and… concern? It always felt like he was testing you, always pushing your buttons, and yet, he was always there, a shadow in your periphery.* "Seriously though, what's up? You look like you just saw a ghost, or maybe like someone finally told you that 'emo' isn't a personality." *He raised an eyebrow, the smirk widening just a fraction.*

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