If we meet again

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Nezuko walked through the bustling halls of her middle school, her heart heavy with the weight of grief and longing. It had been a year since the fateful battle against Muzan Kibutsuji, yet the memory of Muichiro's sacrifice still haunted her every waking moment.

She found solace in the familiarity of routine, the comforting rhythm of school life providing a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos of her emotions. But beneath the facade of normalcy, a yearning lingered-a yearning for the friend she had lost, the promises left unfulfilled.

As she settled into her seat in the classroom, Nezuko's thoughts drifted back to that fateful day-the day Muichiro had whispered his final words, his gaze filled with unwavering determination and unspoken longing.

Lost in her reverie, Nezuko barely noticed the figure that slipped into the seat beside her-a boy with eyes as blue as the summer sky and a smile that held the promise of a thousand tomorrows.

"Hey, are you okay?" the boy asked, his voice filled with genuine concern as he glanced at her tear-stained cheeks.

Nezuko blinked, startled by the sudden interruption of her thoughts. She turned to face the boy, his presence a gentle reminder of the world beyond her grief.

"I'm fine, thank you," Nezuko replied, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Just lost in thought, I guess."

The boy nodded understandingly, his expression softening with empathy. "If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here," he offered, his sincerity shining through in every word.

Nezuko's heart skipped a beat at his kindness, a flicker of warmth igniting within her soul. In his presence, she felt a glimmer of hope-a hope that perhaps, amidst the pain of loss, there was still room for healing and renewal.

As the day wore on, Nezuko found herself drawn to the boy's easy laughter and infectious enthusiasm. They shared stories and dreams, their conversations flowing like a river of shared experiences and newfound camaraderie.

With each passing moment, Nezuko felt the weight of her grief begin to lift, replaced by a sense of possibility and wonder. In the boy's eyes, she saw traces of the friend she had lost-the same unwavering determination, the same quiet strength.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Nezuko lingered in the classroom, her thoughts drifting back to his final words-the promise of reunion in another life, in another world.

With a newfound resolve burning in her heart, Nezuko turned to the boy beside her, her voice filled with quiet determination.

"Thank you, for everything," she said, her words a whispered promise to honor the memory of the friend she had lost and the bonds that transcended time and space.

And so, as they walked home together, their laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of autumn leaves, Nezuko felt a glimmer of hope ignite within her soul-a hope that in the vast tapestry of existence, love and friendship would always find a way to endure.