𝓘'𝓶 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽... 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀.

Chapter 1: The Silence Begins

Tadano Hitohito had always been a quiet and reserved person, but it wasn't until high school that his silence became a problem. He had always been introverted, but now his silence had taken on a new meaning. It was as if he had given up on communicating altogether.

His classmates noticed the change in him and whispered behind his back, wondering what was wrong. His teachers tried to reach out to him, but he would just stare at them with a blank expression on his face. He had become a mystery to everyone around him.

Tadano had always been a fan of anime, but now it was the only thing that seemed to bring him any sort of joy. He would spend hours in his room watching his favorite shows, but even then, he couldn't bring himself to talk about them with anyone. He felt disconnected from the world and the people around him.

It was clear that something was wrong, but Tadano couldn't bring himself to talk about it. He was already struggling with a deep depression, but the tragic murder of both his parents and sister had made it worse. He was left alone in the world, with no one to turn to for support or comfort.

Hitohito couldn't bring himself to talk about what had happened. The trauma of losing his family in such a violent way was too much for him to bear. He felt guilty, as if it was somehow his fault that they were gone. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he should have been able to protect them, and the guilt was consuming him.

He retreated further into his silence, unable to find the words to express the pain and grief he was feeling. His depression deepened, and he could feel himself slipping away from reality. He spent most of his time in his room, lost in his own thoughts, and he stopped going to school altogether.

He didn't know how to cope with the loss of his family, and he didn't know how to move on. He felt alone in the world, with no one to turn to for help or support. He didn't know if he would ever be able to find the words to express the pain he was feeling or if he would ever be able to move past the trauma of what had happened.

Hitohito was trapped in his own silence, and it seemed like there was no way out. He didn't know what the future held for him, but he knew that it would be a long and difficult road to recovery. He just hoped that one day, he would find the words to express his pain and that he would be able to move on from the tragedy that had taken everything from him.

Hitohito lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. It had been weeks since he had last set foot in his classroom, but today, he had decided to go to school. He wasn't sure what had prompted him to make the decision, but something inside him had shifted. He felt a small spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to move on from the tragedy that had taken everything from him.

He dragged himself out of bed and got dressed, taking extra care to make sure he looked presentable. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, but he didn't want to look like he didn't care either. He grabbed his backpack and headed out the door, feeling a mix of nerves and determination.

As he walked to school, he felt the familiar weight of anxiety on his chest. He wasn't sure how he was going to face his classmates and teachers, but he knew that he had to try. He took a deep breath and pushed open the school gates, his heart pounding in his chest.

He walked down the hallway, feeling like everyone was staring at him. He could hear the whispers and the hushed conversations, but he tried to tune them out. He made his way to his classroom, his hand shaking as he reached for the door handle.

He stepped inside, and the room fell silent. Everyone was staring at him, and he could feel the weight of their gazes. His teacher, Mrs. Nakamura, walked over to him.

"Hitohito, it's good to see you back. Are you feeling okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Hitohito hesitated for a moment before he found his voice. "I'm okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mrs. Nakamura smiled at him. "Well, we're glad you're back. Take your seat, and we'll get started."

Hitohito nodded, and made his way to his seat. He knew it wasn't going to be easy, but he was determined to try.

Hitohito lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. It had been weeks since he had last set foot in his classroom, but today, he had decided to go to school. He wasn't sure what had prompted him to make the decision, but something inside him had shifted. He felt a small spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to move on from the tragedy that had taken everything from him.

He dragged himself out of bed and got dressed, taking extra care to make sure he looked presentable. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, but he didn't want to look like he didn't care either. He grabbed his backpack and headed out the door, feeling a mix of nerves and determination.

As he walked to school, he felt the familiar weight of anxiety on his chest. He wasn't sure how he was going to face his classmates and teachers, but he knew that he had to try. He took a deep breath and pushed open the school gates, his heart pounding in his chest.

He walked down the hallway, feeling like everyone was staring at him. He could hear the whispers and the hushed conversations, but he tried to tune them out. He made his way to his classroom, his hand shaking as he reached for the door handle.

He stepped inside, and the room fell silent. Everyone was staring at him, and he could feel the weight of their gazes. His teacher, Mrs. Nakamura, walked over to him.

"Hitohito, it's good to see you back. Are you feeling okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Hitohito hesitated for a moment before he found his voice. "I'm okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mrs. Nakamura smiled at him. "Well, we're glad you're back. Take your seat, and we'll get started."

Hitohito nodded, and made his way to his seat. He knew it wasn't going to be easy, but he was determined to try. He was going to take it one day at a time, and he was going to find a way to move on from the tragedy that had taken everything from him.

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