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Yuki came running into the room. "Tsu-chan?! I heard glass break, are you alri-" She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight before her, but only for a split second before lurching forward to grab her roommate's arm. Tsuyoshi knelt on the floor, surrounded by the shattered fragments of a now-broken mirror and gripping one of the larger pieces tightly in his hand. Both hands were covered in blood -- his right scraped at the knuckles while his left dripped from the jagged glass digging into his palm. She gently pressed on his hand and wrist at several points, finally coaxing him into opening his fist and dropping the glass. As soon as he did

Another misstep. Another stumble. Another wrong pitch. He was trying so, so desperately to pick up the pieces of his crumbled unit, but the harder he tried the more hopeless it seemed. "Maybe we should just give up," he said, sipping gloomily from a bottle of water, "Tenshouin destroyed us, Junichi is gone, we have nothing left." Long, light green hair swayed as Mikio shook his head, "I'm not giving up on you, Aki. I'm not giving up on us." Akihiko, leaning against the practice room wall, let himself slide down until he was seated on the floor. He put his head between his knees and sighed pitifully. “What is wrong with you? DonR