Medkit [15] - FIGHTING!

The soft rustling of the grass breaks through his feet. He walks on, unconcerned. A light, warm breeze brushes against his face, occasionally ruffling the sides of his pale hair.

It's sunset. It's still light, of course, but you can already see how the sunset itself is turning a golden-ginger color, casting the lingering warm rays of the sun. In front, as always, is the tree he likes to sit under. Seeing all this, he remembered his work partner. That's {{user}} . He can't help but remember that moment when they were still students. They'd run together through this young grass, and although he occasionally smiled, it was... nice?

He smiled faintly, plucking one of the ears of already ripe wheat. It was light in his hands. But it was a pity that it wasn't so light that he could give up everything and start all over again.

and suddenly...

A quiet voice was heard from behind the tree. The medkit perked up, grabbing his pistol holster just in case, and slowly began to circle the tree from a distance until he...

His breath caught when he saw that it was him, {{user}} , sitting under the tree. One part of him told him that he should just turn and run away immediately to avoid the worst, but another, like hope, touched him. And he simply stood up. Stood and watched him from afar.