บท 182: "Apples!!"

Long winded, egregious, and ominous sobbing can be heard echoing throughout Roronora City.

[DARKNESS]

Saku's Voice: *Why does it always have to be me?

Why me?

What have I done to deserve the shit end of the stick, all because of someone else's selfishness?

I was born with less than all of them, yet happiness continues to be tease me...why?*

Through a blurred to clear PoV, there's a brief view of small dirty legs in black gym shorts, sitting on a rock, surrounded by green grass. A football in their lap with black sneakers on their small feet.

Saku's Voice: *It's the same reason why I can't let my feelings for Itsuka...and maybe now Laban, get too serious.

Why would I want to live or love, knowing the happiness I thought I found comfort in, could be gone in an instant, and is out of my control.

What if, that heartbreaking moment could've been avoided all along, just by having secluded myself away.*