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[i]Prompt: 'Someone should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying.'))
‘Someone should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying.’
That was the sole thing on the onyx-furred Bodyguard’s mind as he stood at the edge of his roof, dark navy-hued gaze scanning the camp below him. He didn’t know what had put him in such a pessimistic mood or why, but he knew he felt terrible. Daichi had basically told him to find someone else to live with for the time being, until his house was rebuilt. He had gotten a warning about his position. He had gotten stuck in a new body (well, that wasn’t all that bad, but he still had absolutely no way to change back). He had caught a terrible cold that, unlike his scars and injuries, had transferred over to his new body and was currently making him feel terrible.
All these added together was almost too much for him to handle. He’d been practicing a lot more than usual as of late, and he’d been sleeping a lot less. He just wanted to quit everything and stay locked in that gym Flighttaken had fixed up for Shouyou to play in. He wanted to hide. But he knew he couldn’t run away. As much as he wanted to believe the clan needed him as a high position, they didn’t. They had Frightfur, Emptyskies, Flighttaken, and Nighttales. They had Daichi, Gideon, Shouyou, and Chess. But Tobio couldn’t just abandon his duties, could he? He was far too loyal (and totally obstinate) to up and leave without warning. Doing so would be cowardly, and the melanistic cougar was most definitely not the type to run away from his problems.
Huffing out a sigh, he turned around and made his way down from the roof. He was just so done. Grabbing a volleyball on his way out the door, he made his way out into the night. He was ready to practice his tosses, serves, and receives until he was exhausted--just as his former senpai was known to do. He planned on giving everyone small gifts every so often. He was going to become the best he could become not only at the sport he loved, but also the best person he could be. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be the biggest tsundere ever about it.
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