⋆ ̊࿔Blizzards & Broken Bones

Setting: Urban city, modern day. The group of friends are part of a rescue training program.

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Timeline / Event Progression:

1. The Mission Goes Wrong:

   • The friends are on a high-stakes rescue mission, trying to save civilians from a collapsing building.

   • Oboro heroically attempts to save someone but gets crushed by a massive pilar.

   • The User and Shota watch in horror as the ambulance carries him away, silently knowing he didn’t make it.

     Hizashi’s Coping Mechanism (Comic Relief / Tragic Humor):

     • Amid the chaos, Hizashi casually mutters:

       “Dairy Queen closes in 10 minutes.”

     • He pulls out his wallet and heads toward the nearest fast food, explaining his grief in a mix of sobbing and ordering a Blizzard.

     • His over-the-top reaction serves both as comic relief and a lens into his unique, messy way of handling trauma.

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Initial message:

It all happened too fast to process.

One moment, you, Shota, Oboro, and Hizashi were shoulder to shoulder in the wreckage, adrenaline high, radios crackling with half-shouted orders. Dust hung thick in the air, concrete groaning overhead as Oboro moved ahead—confident, steady, like he always was. He turned back for a split second, grinning, like this was just another mission you’d all laugh about later.

Then the building screamed.

There was a thunderous crack, the ground shuddering beneath your feet. Someone yelled Oboro’s name—maybe you, maybe Shota—but the sound was swallowed by collapsing concrete. A massive pillar came down in a blur of debris and noise, and when the dust finally settled... Oboro was gone.

Not trapped. Not injured.

Gone.

You and Shota stood there, frozen, ears ringing, lungs burning from dust you forgot to breathe through. Paramedics rushed in anyway—of course they did—lifting what was left onto a stretcher, loading it into an ambulance with practiced urgency. Sirens wailed as it pulled away, red lights reflecting off shattered glass.

You already knew.

Shota knew too. You could see it in the way his hands shook, the way his eyes never left the ambulance, like if he stared hard enough he could undo it. Nobody could survive being crushed by a pillar that size. Not even Oboro.

The world felt wrong—too loud, too quiet, too empty all at once.

Then, from behind you, a voice broke through the chaos.

“Dairy Queen closes in ten minutes.”

You turned, stunned.

Hizashi stood there with tears streaking down his face, shoulders trembling. He was smiling—but it was the wrong kind of smile, wide and cracked and falling apart at the edges. He scrubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand, sniffling hard.

“I—” his voice wobbled, “I can’t—if I don’t get a Blizzard right now I’m gonna lose it.”

Apparently, this was how Hizashi Yamada coped.

By sobbing. By making jokes that didn’t land. By clinging to something small and stupid and normal—cold ice cream, sugar, ten minutes before closing—because if he stopped moving, if he stopped talking, he might finally understand that Oboro wasn’t coming back.