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The last time Asahi felt this much exhaustion and hunger was when he was a kid, on his first time waking up at the crack of dawn to join his father and grandfather to catch fish. They were only out in the waters for fifteen minutes.

This was just one of the many embarrassing secrets the pink-haired lad had kept to himself. Only his family and a few of his closest friends knew about [i]some[/i] of these secrets and he made sure nobody else knew about them. It took him years to build his reputation as this cool, calm, and calculated individual, and it only took a couple minutes of him crying and being a mess to destroy all his hard work. It didn't seem like the others noticed nor cared about him showing weakness at all but for Asahi, it's all that mattered to him.

He did however learn the hard way that reputation meant nothing when one was stuck in a world where everything's set on killing him. Every minute they all spent on his god-forsaken version of their Earth was hell, and Asahi even thought that this world was [i]actually[/i] it.

It didn't matter, none of that mattered anymore now that they have two people who were dying right before them, especially when one of the people dying was the boy he admired from the sidelines for years. Gods, his throat was parched from dehydration and crying his heart out. Despite not having any more strength left in him, he kept gripping Sasuke's shirt as his way of stopping him from going to the other side. He could hear the others talk and felt the presence of Duncan and Masato sitting at his sides. His hands gradually relaxed as he reached out to both the boys, pink threads now more fragile than before reaching out to connect to both of them. Once the threads made contact, all three of them were fully connected.

Asahi had all this pent-up emotions of anger, exhaustion, desperation, sadness, grief, and terror that he didn't know how to release. Upon connecting, all those emotions came crashing down like water from a broken dam. Masato and Duncan might feel extreme pain from the onslaught of all these very strong emotions but for Asahi, for that brief moment, he felt a bit of clarity like someone helped take the load of his shoulders. Just like with Tsubaki, Asahi could also see glimpses of memories that didn't belong to him. Thoughts and feelings, basic knowledge about stuff he didn't know, they all crashed down on him as well especially since he was mentally connected with two people now. 

In the midst of all this, despite the hurricane of all their different memories, emotions, and experiences all mixing together, it's the fact that they're Awakened that helped anchor them to their own consciousness and sanity. Each of them had their own unique abilities while they all had the superhuman aspects about them as well. Their Facsimiles, joining together like pieces of the same puzzle, reminded them that they could make the impossible possible, do feats no ordinary human could do, and hopefully, achieve miracles.

Asahi couldn't contain the connection that much longer anymore. Soon enough, they snapped back to reality as his pink threads dissipated into nothingness. Still, that connection that they had might be the key to solving their crisis and save their two classmates. Hopefully. 

[color=#fbb6cb]"Well?"[/color] Asahi said, his sassiness coming back even for just a tiny bit now that he had a newfound sense of clarity thanks to their connection. Perhaps after all, not all hope was lost. [color=#fbb6cb]"You boys better think of something to save these two because I don't want to lose them, and you both know just how much I hate losing."[/color]