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Everything felt light, in anyplace he went.
His body felt light, as if all the burdens he was carrying vanished.
But.
Something was missing.
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He lived in a pacific neighboorhood, along with his parents and little sister. It was a pacific life certainly.
"I'm back" said Akaashi as he entered his house.
"Welcome back, big brother" Shigure, his little sister, greeted him from the living room.
His house consisted of three rooms, two bathrooms and the common kitchen and backyard. It was quite big and chilly in winter, but it was his home.
"Keiji, you've come late again, another practice at the school?" asked his mother, Akaashi Manami, a beautiful women in her thirties "I know that you like a lot the volleyball club, but you've to maintain your grades if you want to go to the academy you want, dear"
"I understand, mom" Akaashi went to his room to change his clothes. He was fifteen years old, on his last year of middle school, preparing for the entrance exams to the high school he desired to go. Fukurodani Academy wasn't an easy choice, but he has heard that the volleyball club was on the top ten along with other academies in the country. His grades were good, but his mother was worried, of course being a single mother didn't help to much. Work and taking care of two children wasn't easy, but she managed to do that, which stills impress Akaashi.
Akaashi wanted to made his mother life easier, by taking care of Shigure and bringing good grades. However, he will be a little selfish for now, because a part of him wanted to go to the nationals, desired to win in something he loves. For that reason, he'll be just...a little inmature.
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It was late at night were everything changed.
He was studying for an exam he had tomorrow, the previous days he catched a horrible fever and thus couldn't study. So here he was between the line of sleepy and stressed. He couldn't focus anymore, reading the same paragraph over and over again. Akaashi decided that it was time to stop and begin to put his notebooks on his backpack.
When he stood, Akaashi hadn't seen the cup standing next to his elbow. It was too late to hold the mug. "I just wished to sleep peacefully" but no, life sucks. The worst of all, he would wake his mother and sister. No, that's no the worst of all, when his mother wakes up she will come to his room and start to lecture him about sleeping well and don't overwork yourself, Keiji. He loved his mother but he couldn't keep up with her rambling.
There were two options. A) The cup shattering and, hopefully, no one waking up. B) The cup falling to the floor, but not breaking
But he never considered option C).
Sure time passed when he contemplated his thoughts, but it seem it didn't affect it. The cup was still falling?. No, it was hovering around the air. Though that was option C) The cup floating.
Akaashi blinked a few times to check if this was his brain playing with him, neverthless the cup was still there. He put a hand over his temple, massaging his stressed head. When he stared at the cup again nad noticed that it had gone down a bit, i wasn't obvious for any person, but his mother had said Akaashi's got a good sight. He turned around to his left and fully saw the mug lowering from the air until it hit the black carpet of his room. Akaashi was stunned and scared. He stand up and took the mug in perfect condition.
But little did he know that this wasn't the first and only time this would happen.
Or change many lives.