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The Earth Federation Military Academy. Harlock, first year but already with a reputation: late to drills, unpredictable, hair too long for regulation. Zero, in his second year, well-liked by instructors and peers for his kindness, dedication and integrity.
Everyone assumed they’d hate each other. And maybe they did, at first.
Until one night, after curfew, Harlock sneaked out and illegally climbed up the training hangar, and found Zero already sitting there, alone.
- …Didn’t expect you to be a rule-breaker, Harlock said.
- What are you gonna do, report me?, Warrius replied with a smirk.
They sat side by side and stared at the stars together.