starting over isn't always loud. Sometimes, it's just a quiet walk on an unfamiliar street.
the leaves above swayed gently. A young man moved beneath them, slow and thoughtful. He sat down on a bench, glared at the sky, and let the silence settle in his bones
"Regret? No... I don't think I regret what I did. The world moves too fast—hesitating only invites trouble.
He leans back, the bench creaking slightly under his weight. The city hums faintly in the background, but for now, he is alone.
Decisions are tricky. You have to choose carefully, choose wisely, because once you decide, there's no turning back.
He pauses, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
This move... this city... it's my chance to start fresh. No regrets this time. Only forward."
He sits upright, his hand resting on his knee, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
"I've always loved sports. Handball used to be my passion, but I gave it up for university. Still, sports are in my blood—I've dabbled in almost everything.
I moved here to be close to the university. The bonus? There's a playground near my new place. Feels like life is nudging me back to the court somehow.
I used to coach, you know. Strategy was my forte. But life… well, life had other plans."
He chuckles softly to himself, shaking his head.
" Is this it? My chance to carve my own path?"
Just as the thought settles in, he hears approaching footsteps. A teenage girl, dressed in a blue blouse, jeans, and sneakers, walks into view. She stops in front of him, her head tilted inquisitively.
The girl approached and said " Hey, mister! What are you thinking about? You don't seem to be from around here."
" Mister? Do I look that old to you?" he wondered.
She grinned. " You didn't answer my question, Uncle. You're new here, right?"
"Uncle?!" He raised an eyebrow "That's a bit much. But yes, I moved here this morning." He said calmly.
" Oh, my bad—how rude of me. Where are you from, Uncle?"
He sighed. " Let's call it the land of None of Your Business. And stop calling me Uncle. You don't look that young".
"Fair enough. But you're dodging, and I'll figure it out anyway. I call you Uncle because you look older than me. I'm Kuvira, by the way. Sixteen and about to start high school. Who are you, stranger?"
"Stranger?" He raised an eyebrow "I'm Okami. And for your information, I'm only twenty-two. Not exactly That old".
"Twenty-two, huh? You look older. Still, that's just your name and age. C'mon, there's got to be more to you."
He sighed "You've learned more than you should already. I'm not about to trust a stranger with my life story. Humans aren't that trustworthy".
She nodded slightly and then said, "You're a weirdo".
He stood up and glared sharply " And you're a pest. I'm heading home. There's a creature here clouding my thoughts. Goodbye, idiot" he said.
Kuvira watches him walk away, smirking slightly as she shouts after him "Catch you later, Uncle!"
Okami walks down the street, shaking his head with a faint smile "This girl has a strange energy for social interactions that can be really annoying. I think I should stop thinking about this for today. Let's go check the house and I'll make a good lunch."