“Bye everyone! Have a good summer!” He hollered to his friends and waved them away with a smile. Another wave sent to them all with a cheerful voice. “See you later!”

“Yeah! See you later too Haruya!” Said his friend, waving him a goodbye too.

An excited 19 years old Satoushi Haruya quickly paced away from the area and speed walked to his own home.

He couldn’t wait to start his already packed schedule for summer.

Correcting his white collar green stripe t-shirt with the motives of the world’s trees he counted his plans in his head.

Hiking, swimming and a plethora of other activities that he had planned for the summer sprang up and he gave a small excited giggle.

“I am ready to take summer with tons of fun!” he screamed to the world. He then composed himself and steadied his movements. “But first, home!”

Halfway through the long walk home was interrupted however as a truck had zoomed past Haruya slightly grazing his arms and causing it to burn with pain.

Surprised, he gave a small hiss of pain.

Cupping his scratched arm he cursed. “Ouch, watch where you are going!” he screamed at the truck driver angrily.

“He shouldn’t drive while under influence.” Haruya told himself. He placed the event in the back of his mind and grabbed his sleeves and ripped a small ribbon free. “Should give this a patch first.”

Haruya’s decently muscular arms swiftly wrapped the small makeshift bandage around the wound and wrapped it up.

“There, no more risk of infection. Now I need to continue home.” He set his current goal. But it was cut short as a heavy sound of metal crashing was heard.

It was close and Haruya was filled with dread.

“No way..” He said to himself. “By what chance did that truck crash?”

And he broke into a run.

It is to be told that Haruya is a special kind of man. He is a balanced fusion of an athlete and a pro gamer.  Therefore he is not to be taken lightly.

Upon reaching the location however filled him with shock. The truck that had grazed him had crashed into a tree and it had crumpled. The tree itself had broken in half over the truck itself.

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And he could see the man inside, unconscious.

Is it weird that no one had come out yet?

Ignoring that Haruya sprinted forwards and immediately latched to the driver’s side of the truck door and pulled.

It was stuck, but he wasn’t someone who gave up and resumed pulling but now much harder.

“Come on!” Haruya grunted as he pulled the handle, but with luck the handle had snapped with a resounding clang. “Ah! God dammit!” he cursed his luck.

Looking around he saw a convenient wedge rock just nearby.

And by how he could smell the gasoline and hear the sound of sparks he cursed inwardly.

Not good.

Taking the sharp rock and positioning it he immediately started whacking the sharp bits of glass off the vehicle window.

“Wake up! I need your help here!” Haruya screamed at the unconscious man. “Is he dead?!” he freaked.

The window now free of glass he took the man by his shirt and tugged.

And of course he forgot the seat belt.

Seriously?!

He inwardly screamed as he bent down and took a broken piece of glass off the ground and started to cut the belt. Small gashes appeared in his palm as he panicked. Adrenaline coursing through his form as he finally cut the belt away.

Clutching the man he hoisted him out of the truck and turned.

And he saw a lot of people had already came out of their homes. He knew they were asleep as it was night but did they not hear the crash?

“Help me here!” he shouted to them. Some men from the closest homes came running and started to lift the unconscious man. “We need to get out of here, I smelled gas and I heard some sparks there and its going to blow!”

They hurried their pace as much as they can and Haruya ran along with them.

The unconscious guy dragged away from the truck in a painstakingly slow manner. Apparently the guy weighs more than he had seemed.

That was when Haruya heard snapping of wood. The tree had given up its last shreds of wood and fell over the truck and the mangled metal crumpled inwards.

Seconds later the truck exploded. Haruya felt the heat sear his back.

That was when an unimaginable amount of pain bloomed on his chest.

Several screams of women was heard.

Falling to his knees and looking down to his chest gave him a surprise.

A large sharp bloodied branch jutting out of his heart.

“W..what?” Sounds started to fade and everything seemed blurry. The men that had carried the guys were sprawled on the tarmac roused from their position.

They had fallen when the deadweight pulled them down together.

It can’t be…

He thought. A wince of pain and a lone tear fell to the ground.

I have so much to live for.

Sounds became distant blurs and his vision followed soon after. Everything was moving in slow motion and his brain was slowed.

As his vision faded he heard one last thing.

“Haruya!” a voice screamed out. He knew that voice. It was familiar.

“Haruya! Don’t leave!” he recognized it now. The voice belonged to his sister and she had come here by how close the house was now. Despite the fact that his heart had been impaled Haruya smiled a good heartwarming smile.

His mouth moved and he whispered one last sentence.

“Goodbye Shino…”

The darkness held at bay in his vision immediately consumed everything as his body gave out, crumpling into the tarmac below as his lifeblood poured out.