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Gaara pants like his lungs are falling out of his chest. It's mostly adrenaline, a side of physical effort, hold the panic. He is too well-trained for panic. The thing - that thing - lies lifeless or near-lifeless some meters away, the dark-soaked patch around it blooming outward, matting the grass, tinging the air metallic on the tongue.

He refocuses on the girl slumped against the bench. The one still moving, against all odds. The fight is over, but he is a rampaging bull force-fed a sedative, he is a rollercoaster halfway down the slope and someone has hit the emergency brake. For one terrible moment her life, too, hangs in the balance; he is not too well-trained to make mistakes.

Brain: Here's some character names, personalities, worlds, problems, villains, scenes, love interests, threats, and titles!

Writer: great! Now how do I put it all together?

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　　　　　　　　　❝ 星になってね、スニョン君。 　　　　　　　　　   ( become a star, soonyoung-kun—. )

rkship: minatozaki sana x kwon soonyoung (@rkhoshi)

they're not in the same class, but sana comes to find out that that's not the reason why she hardly ever sees soonyoung at school.

it's weird because she swears the person she walks with to school in the morning is definitely soonyoung, but whenever lunchtime comes around and she peeks inside the window of the classroom next door, it's like her mind is playing games with her... like she never walked with him because he's not there.

"ne, where were you at lunchtime?" she asks during dinner, glancing up from her food with a smile as soonyoung does with a blink. there's a noticeable pause, like he has to think about it, and she awkwardly looks over at his parents that seem to be waiting for an answer, too. noticing a speechless soonyoung, she quickly adds, "ah-- i was looking for you! because i thought we could have lunch together, ne?"

"bathroom!" he finally exclaims, his eyes arching with his smile. "sorry you missed me! lunchtime is bathroom time for me, you know? i drink a lot of water, ha! --haha!"

at first, his reason seems plausible-- she goes to the restroom during lunchtime, too-- but when she realizes his disappearance is a constant thing and he isn't there during breaks between periods either, she senses that there's something else at play.

"ne, let's eat lunch together tomorrow?" she finally suggests with a smile on their way home one afternoon, hands locked behind her back as she merrily puts skips in her steps. what really raises her suspicion is when the usual "yes man" soonyoung lightly fiddles with the straps on his backpack, even more so when his eyes become shifty as he thinks.

"ummm..." he drawls. "we can," he says, and sana knows something's definitely up because his answer isn't a "yes" or a "sure".

I have, at the very least, seven parts left to write in Bang Your Head. That’s it. Even if I get verbose, it might be ten.

When Shindou first brought the goban home, Touya knew that it was different. No, actually, he knew before that. A week ago, Shindou had whispered into Touya’s ear just before he nod off to sleep how his grandmother thought he should have his grandfather’s goban now. Shindou’s grandfather had passed away a month back.

Touya still remembered the heavy silence that followed.

He gave the goban a weary look. May was here, dripping green and warmth over the front porch; spring spilling into the garden. But as Touya opened the door so that Shindou could carry the goban in, he felt a chill ghosting over his skin.

Shindou wiped down the goban every day with care. But he refused to use it. Some nights, Touya caught him sitting by it, both black and white bowls opened by his side.

Touya thought of his late father, who cast away his pro career in Japan to travel the world, only to still be anchored by a goban with an invisible opponent who couldn’t still be in this world. Touya thought of the loneliness that settled deeper and deeper into his father over time even though so many pros were clamoring for a chance to play a game against him. He knew, with an unnatural certainty, that this goban was placed in the same exact position that his father’s old goban was before it was moved.

Shindou was startled when Touya sat across from him, blinking owlishly in confusion when Touya took one of the goke.

“Nigiri?”

Shindou straightened. The strange melancholy slowly evaporated from his frame. It was the first time Touya felt the full intensity of Shindou’s attention this week since the goban came into their home. He didn’t realized how much he missed it.

Shindou seemed hesitant at first, but as he reached for the white stones in his goke, Touya could see the life being breathed back into his body. Touya’s chest felt light at the sight.

I am here, Touya thought. Hikaru, I am here.