Chapter Two: Dreams or Memories: Part Two

Houston Tx, May 10th, 2036

Yozora jolted awake, barely registering the voice of his professor. His mind was elsewhere, weighed down by a knot of anxiety that had settled in his chest. Another dream, he thought, more strange battles with monsters… it feels so real. Ever since his last birthday, everything had changed. Life felt off-kilter, as if he were on the brink of something monumental. Deep down, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he would soon have to say goodbye to everyone he knew.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sharp slap to the back of his head, causing his locs to fall forward over his face.

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"Yea, Mara," Yozora muttered, unfazed.

His best friend, Mara, was not so calm. Steaming with frustration, she leaned in and yelled, "Zoraaaa! You idiot! Don’t you hear Professor Morn? You’ve been sleeping in class every day! If you don’t pay attention, you won’t graduate!"

Ignoring both the slap and Mara’s outburst, Yozora turned lazily toward the window, resting his right cheek on his fist. The afternoon sun bathed the classroom in a soft, golden light, but it did little to quell the restless feeling building inside him.

Professor Morn sighed heavily, shaking her head in exasperation. "Mr. Tenebris, turn in your project by tomorrow morning. It’s your final paper before graduation."

Yozora barely acknowledged her, giving only a slight nod as he stared blankly out the window. Everything around him felt distant, as if he were moving through a dream. Graduation was the least of his worries. The real question gnawing at him was whether his strange visions were just dreams—or something far more ominous.