Chapter 121: The Night We Shared, The Morning We Begin
Fingers flew across the keyboard.
In the realm of storytelling—whether one penned a light novel or a multi-volume epic—most authors followed a certain rhythm: set the stage, then shape the outline. The outline acted as the skeleton, a map through chaos. Yet, some defied convention, claiming their plot lived only in their minds. They relied on instinct, writing from the heart, letting the characters guide them rather than the other way around.
But Yukima Azuma's approach tonight was something else entirely.
He had begun not with a premise, nor a middle act, but with the end.
Yes—this light novel, born for a singular purpose, existed to rewrite someone's ending. And so, the first words that formed on the screen weren't the introduction, but the conclusion. A girl falling from an overpass. A boy racing desperately to save her.
Would he catch her in time?
Azuma didn't write that part.
Because that wasn't for him to decide.
He finished the last line, fingers slowing to a stop. Stretching with a quiet sigh, his elbow accidentally brushed against a soft hand.
Only then did Yukima Azuma remember—he wasn't alone.
Kurokawa Akane stood behind him, silent and still like a shadow.