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Before
"Have you made friends yet?"
This question always sent a wave of irritation through his body.
Whenever Sakusa Kiyoomi hadn't seen his cousin for a while, he'd hear it from Motoya whenever they met again.
And every time, the answer was no.
"You know damn well I haven't." Kiyoomi said angrily, as he snatched his dried cactus from his cousin’s hand.
Komori visited him at his rented apartment for the first time since moving out for uni. He'd bought him the cactus himself as a welcome gift. And even though it had only been a month, the plant was already dying. Kiyoomi didn't know how this could have happened. He'd done everything the internet recommended, but the cactus was looking worse and worse by the day.
Sakusa had accepted that he wasn't the type to care for anything living.
His cousin looked sadly at the plant.
"You've just started studying at one of the best universities in Tokyo. Your field of study is very popular. You have the opportunity to meet a lot of different people."
"I didn't come here to make friends, but to get an education. You know that well." He replied coldly.
Komori sighed deeply.
"I really want you to make the most of your time at uni. They say these are the best years. And I wouldn't want you to feel lonely during that time."
Sakusa didn't feel lonely. He liked being alone. And when he felt the need for socialization, he could always turn to his cousin, who always responded with excitement that he'd been the one to initiate contact.
"I have you." He said without hesitation. "You're completely more than enough for me and I really don't need more people in my life."
Komori smiled sadly.
"I'm glad to finally hear from you that you appreciate my presence, but that attitude isn't healthy. You can't have just one person in your life." Motoya said in a rare, serious voice. "When you're dependent on just one person, and they leave, you'll be completely alone."
Kiyoomi felt his skin crawl at his cousin's words.
"Don't even say things like that." He said sharply. His cousin was also an athlete who, thanks to Kiyoomi, took exceptional care of his health. Considering his lifestyle and personality, Komori should continue to torment him with his presence for many years to come. He should even outlive Sakusa, who, due to his negative attitude towards everything and the unimaginable suffering caused by interpersonal interactions, is probably shortening his lifespan significantly.
"But what if..."
"Shut up, don't say anything." He didn't want to hear it. His mind usually created the worst-case scenarios, and he didn't want his mind to wander to such places now.
"But what if something happens to me someday?" His cousin pressed on. "So who will you have left? My mom? Are you going to call her to complain about your teammates?"
Sakusa frowned.
"That's stupid."
"I'm just worried about you." His cousin grabbed his hand. Motoya was the only person he allowed contact with occasionally. This time, Kiyoomi wanted to pull away, but his intense gaze kept him still. "Will you promise me you'll make friends? That you won't let yourself be left alone. You'll break through and get close to someone."
Kiyoomi had known him his whole life and had only seen that look on his cousin's face a few times.
After a moment of silence, he said:
"I'm not promising you anything."
Komori squeezed his cousin's hand, then released it, exhaling deeply. He looked at him with sparkling eyes and smiled broadly.
"Why are you smiling? I didn't say yes." He frowned again.
"Because you didn't say no either. So there's a chance you'll make a few more friends." He laughed happily. "And I hope I get to witness it."
Now
"One more time, Atsumu-san!" Hinata shouted so loudly that Sakusa's head hurt.
"No, set to me, Tsum-Tsum!" Bokuto's shout was even louder, making him certain he was about to get a migraine.
"Guys, I know ya both want my attention, but yer youthful enthusiasm is about to kill me." Miya laughed, puffing out his chest with pride. He'd always been greedy for attention, and Sakusa couldn't believe that a little trivial thing could stroke his ego so much.
"You're younger than me, Tsum-Tsum!"
"Shut up, you're both mentally middle schoolers." Sakusa said to them in an irritated voice. Why were they so loud? His head was about to explode.
He was starting to regret arranging a meeting with Motoya today. His teammates had exhausted him so much that he felt completely drained of any human interaction.
Kiyoomi would have preferred to curl up alone in bed with a good book.
However, he had promised Motoya they would watch a movie together and order sushi. They hadn't seen each other for almost a month, which was making his cousin insufferable and insisting on meeting up as soon as possible.
And though he would never admit it to anyone, he missed his cousin.
He would have to endure it.
"Omi, yer actin’ like an old man." Miya said with an irritating smirk.
"Calm down, everyone," Foster interjected before Sakusa could hurl an insult at the setter. "Hinata, Bokuto, you'll have another chance to repeat this exercise but later. Now, a 10-minute break." He pointed to the bench where the drinks and some of the boys' belongings were.
During the break in training, each MSBY member threw themselves not only at the water but also at their phones, as if they hadn't had contact with the outside world for a month, not just a few hours. Kiyoomi believed most of the guys were simply addicted to social media. He doubted any of their teammates would make it on a reality show, precisely because of the phone ban. They'd probably sabotage themselves to get out as quickly as possible and regain contact with the outside world. Sakusa was constantly on edge, as unfortunately, the volleyball players from the Division 1 of the Japan V. League were being invited to various entertainment programs more and more often, and he was afraid that one day their coach would force them to participate in something like that, as if regular interviews weren't enough of a chore.
He was counting on the fact that, given the nature of his team, even the thought of such an endeavor would die at the planning stage.
He wouldn't have any trouble detoxing from his cell phone, as he wasn't a huge fan of social media. He'd reach for his phone in public because it was less likely to be approached during breaks.
When he unlocked the screen, he was surprised to find several missed calls from an unknown number and from his aunt.
Komori Junko never calls because she knows he's not into it, and if she wants to talk, she sends him messages.
So if she'd tried to contact him, something serious must have happened.
His heart pounded.
Kiyoomi gripped his phone tighter and moved a little further away from the teammates, who gave him puzzled looks, but he ignored them.
He decided to check the unknown number as soon as he found out what Komori's mother wanted from him. However, he had a very bad feeling. After dialing the number, he waited for a few seconds that felt like an eternity. Besides the ringing, he heard the loud pounding of his heart and heavy breathing.
As soon as he heard the sound of the call being answered, he didn't wait for the voice on the other end, but immediately asked with obvious concern he couldn't contain.
"Auntie? Did you call? What happened?"
"Kiyoomi." She said, her voice breaking. He'd never heard her so distraught. Even when her husband had left her, she'd been in much better shape.
He felt a huge knot in his stomach and was about to throw up.
"Auntie, what happened?" He repeated, trying to brace himself for the worst.
"Toya had an accident." She said, barely able to speak, then burst into tears, and Kiyoomi felt as if the sound, the words, had killed something inside him.
It’s impossible, he wanted to say. But he was a realist, though anyone who knew him might call him a pessimist. He knew there were a lot of shitty things going on in this world, a lot of shit had happened to him. And there was always a very high probability that he, or someone he knew, could die at any moment.
Die. No, his aunt hadn't said Motoya was dead, just that he'd had an accident. Maybe it wasn't that bad.
But her reaction was so intense.
He needed answers, but he was so scared that his composure and rationality had completely vanished at that moment.
"What?" This was all he could manage to ask. He didn't recognize himself. But he had never thought anything bad could happen to his cousin.
Kiyoomi heard his aunt exhale deeply, as if to rid herself of all her tears.
"Toya had a head-on collision right outside Higashiosaka."
Kiyoomi's heart stopped for a moment. Due to his training, he hadn't realized his cousin was on his way and Sakusa hadn't expected him until evening. He couldn't believe Komori had been in an accident right outside the city he was in now.
"The ambulance took him to the hospital. They told me he was in surgery and didn't call again, so I don't know anything. And now I'm stuck in this fucking Korea and I can't even be there for him." His aunt never cursed, so her words made him even more nervous. But he really wasn't surprised by his helplessness. How could she have known her son would have an accident just then, when she'd flown abroad to some godforsaken Korean town on business? "My poor baby." She sobbed.
"Auntie, calm down." He said, wincing at his own words. Kiyoomi really was hopeless at this sort of thing. He wanted to be one of those people who said everything would be alright and actually believed it, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
So he had to act like a typical Sakusa Kiyoomi. He had to be rational and analyze everything.
"Listen, I'll go there right away and call you if I know anything new. Have you booked your return ticket yet?" He tried to keep his voice steady.
"No... I couldn't." She said, her voice trembling.
"I'll take care of this. I'll book you on the next available flight so you can get to the airport, and you can talk to your boss and tell him why you need to get back to Japan sooner. Should I get you a taxi too, or can you handle this yourself?"
He heard the woman take a deep breath.
"No, fine, I can handle a taxi. It probably wouldn't be until tomorrow at the earliest anyway. And you go safely to Motoya."
Kiyoomi thought so too, but he didn't want to say this aloud.
He hung up and took a deep breath.
With trembling hands, he checked the unfamiliar number, and as he expected, it was the local hospital. Kiyoomi was Motoya's emergency contact, so it wasn't surprising they were trying to reach him.
He called the number immediately.
The conversation with the receptionist was also unpleasant, but at least he didn't have to listen to anyone crying. He learned from her that Motoya had already had surgery, but they could give him more information only once he arrived.
He didn't feel reassured at all.
As soon as he hung up, clutching his phone tightly, he struggled toward his coach. He felt his legs shaken and his whole body weaken.
As if on cue, the entire team turned to him, casting him worried glances.
"Omi?" Miya asked, but Sakusa ignored them all and focused on Foster.
"Coach, I have to leave. A family matter." He didn't want to explain this in front of everyone. Kiyoomi never mentions his family. His teammates only know about Komori, who's also a professional volleyball player, so everything will probably be revealed soon anyway.
For a moment, Foster looked speechless. He must have been surprised by Sakusa's behavior, because he always fulfilled his duties and never showed such signs of nervousness.
And he couldn't hide the fact that his emotions were tearing him apart. He couldn't hide that his hands were shaking.
The coach, however, quickly regained his composure.
"Of course, go. Just call me when you can."
Sakusa simply nodded, thanked him, and briskly walked toward the locker room.
As soon as he opened his locker, he froze, unsure of what to do.
He felt disgusting. He was covered in sweat, in his training clothes. He always took long showers after training. The discomfort caused by the feeling of uncleanliness often made it impossible for him to function properly. But… his cousin was in the hospital. He couldn't waste time.
"This is bullshit." He muttered to himself, growing increasingly frustrated. He pulled out his bag, slammed the cabinet shut, and quickly ran to the bathroom to at least wash his hands and face, which he was going to wear a mask over anyway. It was the least he could do to keep from going completely insane.
Kiyoomi had always been a realist and accepted things as they were. He tried never to exaggerate or add anything. He analyzed the information he received and came to specific conclusions.
He never thought the day would come when his mind would be a complete storm instead of order.
The doctor's words that his cousin was stable should have calmed him somewhat, but they couldn't stop the thoughts that flooded his mind when he heard that Motoya was in a coma and there was no telling when or if he would wake up.
His cousin, always cheerful, full of life, extroverted cousin, could have stayed in bed for the rest of his life, never to wake up again.
It seemed wrong, contrary to the rules of the universe.
Sakusa, who believed in facts, couldn't believe it.
The doctor allowed him into the room where his cousin was lying, so he sat in a chair by his bed, holding Komori’s hand.
He had never been one for physical contact. Motoya and his mother were the only people he allowed to touch. His cousin was especially fond of cuddling and throwing his arm around Kiyoomi's neck. Mostly, this irritated him and he'd push Motoya away after a few seconds of contact. But there were also times when his cousin seemed to sense that Sakusa needed physical contact, and Komori would give it to him because he practically never initiated the touch himself
Now, Kiyoomi, looking at his cousin in disbelief, regretted not allowing him to touch him more often.
His head and arms were covered in bandages and dressings. He was also beginning to develop massive bruises. The doctor told Sakusa that Komori also had four broken ribs, but he really didn't want to imagine what his chest and legs looked like, so he was grateful that the blankets covered some of the injuries.
Kiyoomi had seen his cousin sleeping many times. Komori was always tossing and snoring softly. That's why it felt unnatural to him that he was lying still with an oxygen mask strapped to his face.
Motoya looked so unlike himself.
"Toya." Sakusa whispered, but his cousin showed no sign of hearing him. "Toya." He repeated louder, but there was still no response.
He continued to stare at his cousin insistently, as if he could wake him up.
"Please." He whispered, his voice trembling, though he wasn't entirely sure what he was asking of him. To fight? To wake up? Not to leave him alone?
He knew nothing anymore. His mind felt both empty and utterly chaotic. His heart, which had never been filled with such emotion before, was in a similar state.
Kiyoomi not only struggled to recognize his cousin, but also couldn't recognize himself.
Because who would Sakusa Kiyoomi be without Komori Motoya?
"Toya, please." He said in a pleading voice, but his cousin didn't even flinch.
He didn't know how long he'd been in the hospital. Certainly a few hours, because when Motoya's mother called him again, it was already dark outside. Aunt Junko had told him she had already booked a hotel near the hospital and would be staying there for the foreseeable future. She was supposed to arrive in the morning, and Kiyoomi would pick her up at the airport by car. She told him to go home to rest for a while, and since she was practically the only true motherly figure in his life, he reluctantly agreed, though he would have preferred not to leave his cousin, even though his body was screaming for a shower.
He called his coach to explain the situation, even though he was sure his entire team already knew. He thought he was going to smash his phone when he received a notification about an article about a car accident involving a famous Japanese libero.
Those hyenas didn't wait a second. It was probably only a matter of time before they wanted to interview him and other people close to Motoya. However, he had to remain professional and not show any weakness in front of his coach.
Foster said he understood everything and not to come to tomorrow's practice, though Kiyoomi wasn't particularly happy about that. He would rather force his body to work, focus on his exercises, and take his mind off the situation. But he knew he couldn't afford such selfishness now, because his aunt needed him now, and she was like a true mother to him.
A mother who might have lost her son forever.
He longed for a shower. He longed for a lie down.
He wished it were just a bad dream.
Kiyoomi doubted he'd sleep tonight, but some irrational part of him, one he'd normally laugh off, held out hope that if he went to sleep, everything would be just a dream in the morning.
But the realist in him screamed louder with each step.
When he finally reached his floor, he was surprised to find a familiar man sitting outside his door with a cooler bag bearing the Onigiri Miya logo.
"What are you doing here, Miya?" He asked in a hoarse voice.
"Omi!" His teammate shouted, abruptly getting up from the floor. Sakusa's first reaction was to wince, thinking about how much bacteria there must be. But his thoughts quickly turned to Motoya, who should be waiting at his door instead of Miya.
He felt a sick feeling in his stomach.
Kiyoomi took a deep breath and looked at him expectantly. He really didn't want to deal with his annoying setter just yet.
Miya was visibly flustered by his look. He looked as if he regretted coming here, which was perfectly reasonable.
"I... ya.." He cleared his throat. "Ya left yer groceries in our fridge. I thought I'd bring them to ya." He held out a plastic bag to him.
Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was the fact that Kiyoomi wasn't himself anymore, but he took the bag from him, touching his fingers as he did so.
His behavior must have surprised Miya as well, because the latter inhaled deeply.
Sakusa, however, ignored him and looked inside.
First, he saw a small paper bag inside, also bearing the Onigiri Miya logo. He frowned, but his expression immediately changed when he noticed two cups of vanilla pudding.
Only now did he remember that he had indeed gone to the store before practice to stock up on food for his cousin's arrival. For Motoya who loved vanilla and had a particular weakness for vanilla pudding.
His stomach immediately tightened.
"I also got ya some onigiri from Samu; I thought ya might be hungry." Atsumu added quickly, completely unaware of his moment of weakness.
"That wasn't necessary, Miya." He continued, his voice hoarse.
Miya tensed even more. He rarely reacted this way to Sakusa. Usually, he'd just jump in with some rude comment, without even thinking about what he was saying.
Kiyoomi must have looked as bad as he felt.
"Will ya be at practice tomorrow?" Miya asked quietly.
Oh, right, Sakusa called the coach after practice was over, so he probably didn't tell anyone.
Which made him realize that Miya had been three hours past practice. Who knows how long he'd been sitting outside his door?
Motoya would definitely have commented on that, he thought bitterly. He would definitely have started bullying both Atsumu and Kiyoomi, just out of principle, that you always have to embarrass your cousin.
Sakusa shook his head. He didn't want to think about all that. He didn't want to think about what Motoya would do if he were here, because those thoughts would make him unable to hold on any longer.
"No." He replied.
No explanation.
To his surprise, Miya shook his head sadly, but didn't ask any questions. Kiyoomi was now certain that everyone already knew what had happened to his cousin.
"If ya need anything, let me know, Omi. I'm… we're here for ya. Ya don't hafta say anything if ya don't want to, but know that ya can always count on us. We're a team." Miya told him, which surprised him slightly. He'd never heard such a gentle, yet firm tone from his lips. And the strange glint in his eye let him know he was speaking completely sincerely.
Under normal circumstances, he would probably have dismissed him immediately, not forgetting the rude comments. But Sakusa was tired of it all. Tired and overwhelmed.
He just nodded slightly, signaling that he'd gotten the message. He hadn't planned on taking anyone's help, and apparently Atsumu had interpreted it that way too.
Seeing his apathetic reaction, Miya was visibly saddened.
"I'll be going now, Omi, I won't bother ya. Just don't forget to eat something." He shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. " See ya the day after tomorrow, I hope." Miya turned away from him and headed for the stairs.
Kiyoomi was also about to turn away, but then he remembered the bag he'd been holding.
He tightened his grip on it and spoke to the boy before he lost sight of him.
"Miya, wait."
He turned sharply to face him. Despite the whole messed-up situation, Sakusa couldn't help but think that Miya looked like a dog waiting for a command.
Sakusa pulled out the milk and onigiri and handed the bag with the remaining contents to the man.
"Take this."
Miya instinctively looked into the bag to see only vanilla pudding.
"Ya don't hafta give me anythin', Omi, it was just..."
"I don't even like vanilla." He said, clearly irritated.
Miya frowned.
"Then why..." He began, but abruptly cut off the question. Understanding flashed in his eyes. This assured Kiyoomi that the entire team already knew everything.
"Ah, thanks Omi." He said awkwardly. He shifted his weight for a moment, as if unsure.
Kiyoomi also didn't know what to do. His cousin's condition made him feel completely lost, which was uncharacteristic of him, just as it was uncharacteristic of him not to contact Komori.
But he knew what Motoya would want Kiyoomi to do after everything his teammate had done for him.
"Miya."
"Yes, Omi?" Sakusa couldn't quite focus on his eyes, so his gaze dropped to the bag of pudding Miya was clutching as if someone were about to snatch it away.
He exhaled.
"Thanks."
Probably under normal circumstances, Miya would have started to strut around at the thought of him thanking him for anything, for what seemed like the first time in his life.
With a tremendous effort, he raised his eyes and, to his surprise, saw Miya's shocked face, which, after a moment, broke into a genuine, if somewhat sad, smile.
"Yer welcome, Omi. What are friends for?"
Friends.
Sakusa didn't have any friends. Komori was… IS his friend, he didn't need any more friends, even though it was his cousin who constantly urged him to find some. Or at least, that's what he thought. That he only needed Motoya, who was lying unconscious in the hospital for God only knew how long.
He shook his head, as if trying to shake the persistent thoughts from his brain.
"We're not friends, Miya." He said instinctively.
Miya replied, but none of his words reached Sakusa, because all he could hear was his cousin's voice in his head, saying, You need friends, Kiyoomi. What if I'm gone?
He was starting to feel a little dizzy.
"Omi?" Atsumu's worried voice reached him. Kiyoomi blinked a few times, trying to come back to reality. Things like that didn't happen to him.
His body and mind must have simply had enough today.
"I'm tired." He said simply. "Go home, Miya. We both need sleep. We won't be of any use if we exhaust our bodies." He added, trying not to let on that his body was truly exhausted.
"Okay, I get it. Take care, Omi-Omi. Goodnight." He waved uncertainly, then, after a moment's hesitation, headed down the hall toward the elevator.
Kiyoomi waited until he was out of sight and entered the apartment.
He finally had to take a shower.
When the first drops fell onto his face, he finally, for the first time in years, allowed himself to cry.
Kiyoomi probably had never cried like this. His throat hurt, his eyes burned, and he had trouble breathing. He had never felt this way, and he had an impression he was going to die. It all exhausted his body, and at some point, he fell asleep.
And when he woke up in the morning, he was still alive, and Motoya was still in a coma.
But he had to maintain relative calmness. For himself and his own well-being, for his aunt, who had practically cried the entire time since he picked her up from the airport.
For Motoya.
Aunt Junko didn't take her eyes off her son. She barely spoke to the doctor, so Kiyoomi was forced to talk. They didn't learn anything new about Motoya's condition. He's stable, and he could wake up at any time, or he might not wake up at all. The doctor explained the steps he'll take to treat Komori. They've already begun preliminary discussions on rehabilitation to prevent muscle atrophy during the indefinite period of unconsciousness.
Despite all his skepticism, Kiyoomi wanted to believe his cousin would return to volleyball after waking up.
They agreed that for now, they wouldn't transfer him to any other hospital. His aunt was far from her home, which she rarely visited now because of work, and to which she would have to return sooner or later. Moreover, they concluded that he would receive the best care in this hospital. Perhaps in time they would decide to change, but right now, Motoya needed peace.
Kiyoomi was there and would try to visit his cousin whenever he could.
When the doctor left them, his aunt fell apart again.
"I can't lose him. I can't lose my son." She sobbed.
Kiyoomi couldn't comfort her, couldn't tell her that she wouldn't lose him, that Motoya would definitely wake up, because something in his head screamed that there was a possibility his cousin would never open his eyes again. Sharing her immense pain, he did what his cousin would have expected of him.
With a hesitant move, he embraced his aunt, who immediately snuggled into him and sobbed even louder.
"Motoya is strong." He said only what he believed.
May this strength allow him to wake up.
The world was moving forward, only Motoya remained still.
It irritated Sakusa that he had to continue functioning while his cousin still hadn't woken up.
However, he was a professional and was able to put all his thoughts aside while working and focus on his duties.
Kiyoomi often complained about his teammates, but he had to give them credit for respecting his boundaries.
When he showed up at practice and they gave him worried looks, he told them immediately:
"I know you know about what happened to Motoya." He hoped no one had noticed the slight tremor in his voice as he mentioned his cousin's name. "There's no telling when he'll wake up from the coma." He wasn't sure if the media had heard about his cousin's current condition and he didn't want to find out. "Just to be clear: I don't want to talk about it. Let's work as usual."
And they tried to accommodate his request. However, it felt like they were treating him more leniently: they were less loud and Miya's teasing was much less intense.
Even the coach didn't scold him too much when Kiyoomi played too aggressively.
But he really tried. They all did.
But he had to vent his emotions first before he started pretending to everyone that his world hadn’t just collapsed.
Kiyoomi wasn't sure if his words were reaching his cousin, but he wanted to believe they were, especially when his aunt had gone to take care of some work-related matters and he had no one to talk to. He simply couldn't help but talk to him during visits, begging him to wake up every time.
During one of his visits, he decided to entertain his cousin and himself by reading to him.
He decided to pick up a book Motoya had given him once, but he hadn't felt like reading it himself before, because from the description and reviews, it seemed like just Wattpad trash.
But he had a feeling Motoya would be happy to hear that he was finally going to read something he'd chosen for him.
"You never wanted to read, so now you will. I'll be your fucking audiobook, Toya. And that's that teenage crap you bought me. Maybe if you start listening to this trash, you'll wake up and tell me to stop." Kiyoomi said, pulling the book out of his backpack.
He'd barely opened the book when he saw a dedication on the first page that his cousin must have written for him.
Kiyo,
Stop reading so much and make friends!!!
~ Your beloved cousin and only friend
He read the words in a whisper, like an incantation.
Kiyoomi ran his finger over the letters, imagining his cousin, who was probably giggling as he wrote the words, because he could already picture Sakusa’s grimace at these words.
But at that moment, Kiyoomi couldn't grimace at the request to find friends.
"You're an idiot, Toya." He said in a pained voice as the first tears fell.
The book fell to the floor as he grabbed his cousin's hand and put it to his face.
When he felt the cold touch of the still hand connected to the IV, he completely fell apart.
"I promise you, Motoya, I'll make friends." He sobbed, even worse than when he'd broken down in the shower. His chest ached so much that he felt like his heart was actually starting to give up. He gasped for breath. "And when you finally wake up, I'll let you laugh at me. Just please, wake up." His voice broke completely, and all he could do was continue to cry.
He missed his cousin so much. The only friend who, even in his indisposition, had expressed his concern that Kiyoomi had no one close to him in his life.
And that would have to change, whether Kiyoomi wanted it or not.
He knew he would have to fulfill his cousin's request, because he never broke a promise. He had to make friends, because he knew Motoya would want that for him. And certainly when Kiyoomi was completely alone, he understood that something would finally change.
Kiyoomi also had an irrational thought in his head, one he didn't believe in, but one he clung to fiercely: that when he finally found his friends, Motoya would wake up.
He simply wanted to hope that his cousin would wake up. And when he did, he would meet Kiyoomi’s friends.