Author's Notes for New Readers:

This is a rewrite for the original Wizard in Time I originally started writing years ago. It's my first fanfic ever, so you can imagine how messy the earlier parts are. While I enjoy the original's recent new chapters' quality, I can't sit well with the older early chapters. So, if you're a completely new reader, or a reader who couldn't bring yourself to read through the old version's long and honestly filler-y early chapters, then this version will be perfect for you for it moves the plot much quicker than the original. Think of this as what Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood is to the original Fullmetal Alchemist. Of course, you're free to read the original fanfic if you wish (if this rewrite's update is too long for your patience). Just keep in mind that I think the early parts of the fanfic is pretty weak.

Author's Notes for Old Readers:

DON'T BE ALARMED! YOUR BELOVED FANFIC IS NOT ABANDONED. I'm not throwing the original Wizard in Time under the bus. The story will still be updated, and I won't change the original story. Then why does this rewrite exist if I still update the original? That's because while the current state of the original is good and satisfying for me, I didn't like my early parts of the fanfic. This rewrite version seeks to address EXCLUSIVELY that, meaning its later chapters will be relatively UNTOUCHED, save for a few details that'll be modified to fit the new rewrite. This means that old readers should they choose to can just ignore this rewrite and read the new updates in the old story since if you're at that point of the story, the changes made by the rewrite could barely be felt. This rewrite exists to make the fanfic more accessible for new readers because I think the early parts of my fanfic is very weak in a lot of aspects.

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In the early hours of the morning, Luna Nova is already up and busy. It's unlike any other mornings in Luna Nova, there's a special atmosphere going around the academy. The fairies are already up and about far before sunrise, and the headmistress herself is awake, making sure all is well and prepared before the big event. Luna Nova's opening ceremony will be held today, and along with it, new students will arrive. The preparations had been tiring for the fairies and teachers alike, hence why there is no sign of teachers walking around at this hour. The headmistress had asked the teachers—or even forced the stubborn ones—to take good rest before the big day. Which is why the Headmistress is alone right now, accepting an early morning meeting with someone that normally deserves a warmer welcome alone.

"Decline again this year", the headmistress says as she looks out the window. Outside, the cold and dark still dominates the early morning landscape.

Something more intriguing than the annual decline of applicant witches stops the headmistress's train of thought. She looks up to the woman beside her and says, "It's quite unusual for the ministry to send one of their Guardians here".

The woman the headmistress is addressing is a young woman in her late 20's of tall stature. Her name is Michelle Oliver, and she works for the Royal Ministry of Magic, serving as a Guardian. You could say she's a detective for the witchcraft and wizardry world. Or at least, that is what she tells people whenever she doesn't feel like explaining. If she's feeling charitable, she'd tell them that the Guardians are a long-established division that has the main purpose of overseeing and investigating forbidden magical practices across the country's domain of authority. But of course, that's still saying too little to do the reclusive and ancient group justice. She only tells some people this profession. To the rest, she'd simply tell them she teaches in the Tower, a reclusive place for learning witchcraft and wizardry.

"Ministry's orders", Michelle says. "Schools need overseeing from time to time. They'd been interested with the developments of young wizard and witches, lately".

"Their developments are indeed very interesting to observe, but for the ministry to be so interested, there has to be something else they have in mind".

Michelle answers the headmistress's inquisitive remark with nothing but silence, and Holbrooke is reminded once again that no matter how close they are, Michelle has her own professional secrets to keep.

Nonetheless, Michelle feels the urge to make some sort of answer. "Maybe they've listened to all my vacation pleas and gave me this instead".

Headmistress Holbrooke chuckles. Yet however humorous Michelle's answer is, Holbrooke could tell that it's a way for her to signal Holbrooke that she won't get anywhere asking these sorts of questions. Believing it's time to change the subject, the headmistress asks, "So how about your student, from the Tower? I expected him to come with you yesterday".

"He had to stay behind at the Tower till yesterday, got something he needed to do back home".

"Nothing troublesome, I hope?"

"No, not exactly".

The headmistress smiles comfortingly. "It must be hard leaving friends. I understand if he'll feel uncomfortable doing that and making new friends here".

"Well, he's not leaving anyone important in the Tower, so I can't say you're right. The rest? You're right, I believe he'll have some trouble adjusting in this place".

Michelle looks outside the window and down to the open courtyards of Luna Nova. It's very quiet, not a soul, be it man or fairy stir down there with all the available manpower directed in preparation for the ceremony in the main hall. Michelle is reminded of the time she spent staying away from that courtyard when she was little. The reason for this is the three statues situated there. Michelle remembered perfectly the first time she saw her mother enchant a statue and made it move. Michelle was very young back then, and she was petrified by the un-petrified. She could remember vividly still how the lifeless became living, how their sightless eyes gained sight, and how it's cold hard limbs gained the ability to move, The image haunts her sleep for many nights in her youth. Ever since then, young Michelle always feared the sight of lifelike statues, fearing that it'll just open their eyes and pull Michelle away with their stone-cold hands.

Ironically, Michelle finds solace when she's remembering those simple times with those simple fears. The world seems so simple then and all she had to fear were statues. For a second, she feels an odd envy to the students here including her own who still lives in the same bliss she was in, where their biggest problem in the universe is how they'll adjust to a new school or the stupid crushes they have with one another. But now, so much have changed, and Michelle can't remember the last time her nightmares are about statues. Everything's changing. Not just for her or here, but for everyone, everywhere, and everything.

One of those big changes is even happening today, with Michelle about to be a witness of it.

"Still can't believe you're letting him in", Michelle remarks, her eyes still planted on the courtyard, breaking her lengthy silence.

"Not just him". Miss Holbrooke reminds her. She grows sombre. "It's inevitable. I fear the days of an all-girls or all-boys wizarding school are numbered, seeing how, overall, our numbers are declining".

"I agree", Michelle says as she rests her hands on the windowsill and keeps staring outside. The wind picks up, and the trees in the forest beyond Luna Nova sway along with it. She imagines it must be cold outside. "Everything's changing. Everything's getting better except for magic—what a crazy world".

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Little Witch Academia:

The Wizard in Time

Sitting on a green hill, overlooking the quiet town of Blytonbury, stands the Glastonbury Tor. The pre-Christian era structure's height and position makes it the first to witness the rising sun every dawn. The Tor is usually lonely, but today, it will see many visitors come and go due to Luna Nova's semester starting today. But that will come hours from now. This early, fresh dew still lingers on the grass, the birds just started to sing, the sun is yet to fully bloom from its petals that is the horizon (so the air is unthinkably cold), and only one solitary figure stands accompanying the ancient stone structure.

Jericho Franklin Jr. stands beside the terminal alone. The young wizard dares not to lean on the ancient structure's stone wall no matter how tired he is from the journey here and he positions himself on the eastern side of the structure, all so he wouldn't get cold from touching the wall and get as much heat as soon as the sun passes the horizon. He rubs his hand and pulls his coat tighter round his lean body, but to no avail, he still shudders to the cold.

Why didn't I wear warmer clothes? The young wizard thinks to himself as he rubs his hands together furiously. And why is the sun not rising already? At this rate the sun will rise from the west before this one rises from the east.

A year ago, it would be unthinkable for him to be here. Afterall, this Ley Line leads to the best witchcraft school in Europe, not the best wizarding school in Europe. If there were uninformed locales around, they'd give him odd looks. Luckily for the wizard, this place is quiet this early in the morning so there's nobody doing that, nor will he be forced to inform them on about the school's recent policies.

But confusion would not only come from him being a wizard, but also from his punctuality. Any sane student wouldn't be here this early. But the reason he's willingly braving the cold—aside from his own sense of punctuality—is for one major reason: to find some early birds he could hitchhike. This was Michelle's advice. He knew from her that to access the Ley Line terminal—the only possible route to the school—he'd need to use a broom.

Before the school semester starts—when every student on earth spends the days trying to get as much relaxation as they could before school starts again—Jericho spent his time preparing for Luna Nova's famed high standards. He studied to prepare himself for Luna Nova's curriculum, trained bi-weekly to not leave his figurative magical muscles cold, and of course, practice the broom. His preparations paid off, all except for one. Despite his efforts, Jericho still couldn't master the broom. And it was not for lack of effort. Despite his hatred for physical exercises, he had practiced broom riding consistently. But as the day of the opening ceremony draws closer and he could barely float, Michelle—one of his teachers in the Tower—suggested a change of tactic. As expected of the pragmatic witch, her advice was to wait by the terminal, put his best face on, and try to hitch a ride. Her argument for the importance of arriving very early is that catching a ride could be difficult and slow. She argued that not everyone will be willing to give him a ride, and those who's willing could be dissuaded by the added weight slowing the broom down, which could potentially make them late for the important ceremony.

Jericho would lie if he said he didn't feel humiliated that the ending of his pre-semester training ended in an unsatisfactory note, left with no choice but to accept defeat. But the young wizard is not the kind of person to let pride be his downfall and instead saw wisdom in humility; he'd rather lose face than lose the chance to study in one of the most prestigious witching schools in Europe.

But there's another problem that eclipses—while at the same time related to—his inability to fly. A problem existed as far back as the day Jericho decided to pick up the wand, now resurfaced like an old phantom that comes back to haunt Jericho. Jericho's chiefest source of anxiety today isn't the fact that he can't fly, but how he'll explain why he can't fly. He's anxious of this, because he figured there's a high possibility the person offering him help will ask this.

'Why do you need to hitchhike? Why can't you just fly?' Answering that won't be a matter of pride—it'd be a matter of something else entirely. A thousand scenarios run in Jericho's head now, all about how to answer that question. What am I going to say? If I'm lucky I'd run into someone who doesn't like to talk and just stay quiet. It'd be a nightmare if I run into the talkative or perceptive ones. No, even worse, the witch purists…

The sound of footsteps takes Jericho away from his thoughts. He turns and finds a lone girl climbing the hill. The girl is wearing a uniform recognizable in a glance. It's what the students of Luna Nova wear. The only other feature her uniform has that's unique is the blue sash and ribbons it sports. They complement the girl's beautiful blonde hair and sharp blue eyes well.

Jericho was expecting someone to come by, but not this quickly. Combined with him being too consumed with running scenarios in his head, he wasn't prepared at all. Before he knew it, the witch passes by the young wizard without him speaking a word.

"Morning", she says politely.

"Good", he abruptly greets back.

Good? What kind of reply did I just make?

There're no further words spoken after that simple pleasantry. She goes on with her business, entering the terminal, while Jericho stands still and quiet outside. He realizes this is what he'd been waiting for, but despite all the scenarios he run in his head, he hadn't decided on how he's going to ask for a hitchhike.

Fearing she could depart any second, Jericho clears his throat even before he figured out what to say.

"Are you going into the Ley Line?" he asks. It's not lost to him how stupid that question is considering she's already inside there and already has her broom on her hand. "I-I mean, Luna Nova. Are you going to Luna Nova?"

"Yes, I am", the girl nods. She speaks evenly, calm and collected, a contrast to him. "I'm a student there".

Jericho initiates the hitchhike gesture with his thumb, only to tentatively modify its direction into 'up' after a second though.

"This must sound sudden, but do you mind if I ask a ride there?"

"What business do you have in Luna Nova?" she asks directly. The girl's eyes narrow.

Jericho realizes he must sound suspicious. He's aware how reclusive witches are. Considering he's not wearing anything that indicates he's a wizard, like a pointy wizard hat, she's not wrong to think he's nosey tourist trying to disturb the school's peace.

"I need to go there, actually. For the…" He fidgets on the spot and his voice reduces to a whisper. "…graduation ceremony".

The girl's sharp eyes immediately widen. "Ah, so you're a new student?"

"Y-yes, yes I am", he nods, a bit too much and too quickly than he'd like. "I heard that even the wizards—"

"Ah! You're among the first batch of wizards?"

Jericho pauses and blink a few times at her second surprise at that later fact.

Awkwardly, he answers, "Yes, I'm one of the few male students".

Was that not obvious? Maybe it's just that the news is fresh to her and she wasn't expecting to run into one this quickly.

"You should've said so from the beginning", the girl says, offering a light, polite smile. She moves forward on her broom and beckons him over. "I'll take you there. But do mind, we'll be a bit slow with the added weight".

The wizard beams as he rubs his arms. "That's exactly why I'm here this early. Thank you. But why are you here this early?"

The girl glances around, noting the quietness of the hill. "Good question. Looks like we're the only ones insane enough to be here this early. I have a few responsibilities for the opening ceremony, so I'm expected to come early".

She offers a polite smile. "Don't worry, though. We're both early enough that slower travel wouldn't jeopardize both our agendas".

The girl steers her broom through Ley Line with fine familiarity. The smooth and effortless piloting despite the added weight tells Jericho that, aside from her familiarity with this Ley Line, she must be a good rider.

"Ah, where are my manners", the girl speaks, ridding the silence the two had since the broom ride had started. "My name's Diana, Diana Cavendish".

"Diana", he remarks. Feeling how familiar that name sounds and how nice such foreign name rolls on his tongue. "I guess I haven't properly thanked you, Diana. So, thank you, for not making me late to the graduation ceremony".

And thank you for not asking too many questions, the wizard thought but dares not to say. Diana will probably never know how grateful and lucky he feels today, running into someone tact and benevolent like her. All the worrying was for naught, thankfully.

"The pleasure is mine", Diana replies without looking back. "What's your name?"

"Jericho", he answers. "Jericho Franklin Jr. You can call me whatever you want but Junior".

"You won't be disappointed with the academy, Jericho", Diana begins again. "Luna Nova has many great teachers that produce great graduates, we're proud of our respectful history in education and learning…"

As she goes on with her explanations, it becomes apparent how proud Diana is of her academy. She speaks of it with high regard and seems very knowledgeable about all things surrounding it too. She knows information one would expect to find in travelling brochures tucked away on those little drawers in hotel rooms. The lengthy and should-be-boring lecture she's giving Jericho doesn't feel so when she's expressing it with such pride and passion. Jericho couldn't help but be infected with her feelings.

"They also provide standard brooms for students. So, fret not, you'll be able to fly soon".

"R-really? That's nice". The wizard chuckles embarrassedly. So, this must be the reason she didn't question why I needed hitchhike—she deduced I didn't have a broom. I'm glad I didn't need to explain, but now she's probably thinking I'm poor.

The ride there isn't a long way, but it isn't a short one either, so there's plenty of time for the two to converse, though it's mostly one sided. The young wizard stays quiet with the occasional responses of 'yes' and 'no' and other slight variations of it when the inevitable small questions arise from Diana.

However, once they exit the Ley Line and Luna Nova spreads before them, Diana says nothing and lets Jericho take in the view peacefully. To say that the building is beautiful would be an understatement—it is a work of art. Its Victorian era architecture shows its age, but its magnificently well-kept white walls indicate its modernity. Two towers stand at the distance, one of them much taller than the school's main building itself, and atop of it, a green light is emitted by the sorcerer's stone it houses.

"Welcome to Luna Nova", Diana remarks, her proud smile lost to him as he's captivated by the scenery.

She steers the broom downwards and brings them to the ground. Jericho takes a moment to breathe in the fresh air. The place is far from any town and is surrounded by a vast green forest, one that reminds the young wizard of the one surrounding his old place of study back in the Tower. The air here feels incredibly fresh and natural, even more so than that hill the terminal sat.

"Do you know where you need to go now?" Diana asks as she walks up beside Jericho.

"I know where to go but not where it is. I'm supposed to go to the Headmistress's office first before any place else".

"I'll take you there. It's in the same direction as where the ceremony will take place, after all".

The interior of the school is as magnificent as its exterior. The young wizard spends most of their walk to the headmistress' office looking up and just taking in the place's vast beauty that he begins to hurt his neck.

They pass through the main hall. Its doors are left ajar and inside Jericho could see worker fairies doing their business. There are hundreds of chairs prepared in there, reminding Jericho of how vast the number of students this school has.

Out of all the wonders the school instils on him, one stands out for him.

"I wonder how many male students are going to be here…"

"Not that many", Diana replies. "There're only a few open seats for the new male students. The school had to limit them to ease administration and handling. No doubt they'll increase it after initial success of this wave, which you're a part of".

"Administration", Jericho hums. "Makes sense, and that's great. I can't imagine if I'm the only male student in the entire school".

It's not long until the two reach the Headmistress's office. He's quite puzzled as to what would be appropriate to say to the headmistress or how to even start, so he's immensely grateful that Diana takes the initiative and knocks on the door and enters first.

She says, "Miss Holbrooke, a student is here to see you".

Diana comes in and the fledgling wizard follows. The headmistress greets both witches with a warm smile.

"Ah, Mr. Franklin, you're finally here", the headmistress says.

Jericho's surprised she recognizes him and figured it must be Michelle's work.

Headmistress Holbrooke turns to Diana. "Thank you, Diana, for showing him the way here".

"It's no trouble. We're going to the same direction, after all".

Diana glances at a clock, a wooden pendulum one situated at the edge of the room, and says, "I'm sorry to be abrupt, but I'm afraid I'm needed elsewhere, so if I'm no longer needed here I shall take my leave".

"Go on, Diana. I'll see you at the ceremony", Miss Holbrooke says with a nod.

Diana nods and takes her leave. She turns to Jericho as she passes by and says, "See you there too. And remember, failure to arrive on time would result in immediate expulsion".

"R-right, you too".

Seeing her go, the young wizard thinks to himself: that wasn't the most reassuring goodbye I've heard, but I guess her intention was good?

Seeing that the ceremony is still a few hours away (that was how early Jericho and Diana was), Miss Holbrooke decided it is best for him to get familiar with the place as early as possible. While the more general socialization and tour around the school is reserved for later with the rest of the students, the headmistress believes he could use a head start on the places and info specifically important for him as a wizard. Namely, his room and the norms of this school and the people in it. Because even more overwhelming than the size and architecture of the school is the strict discipline, rules, customs, and norms this school has. Jericho notes he must work hard to keep up with them.

"Michelle couldn't receive you right now, sadly", she says at one point. "She's busy preparing for some business of hers".

That's the least surprising thing today.

"She spoke highly of you, you know?"

The young wizard couldn't believe her at first.

"R-really?"

Did she really say that? Sounds unlikely, coming from her. But maybe she did… Just as the good feeling comes, the wizard dispels it with the more probable explanation. I'm pretty sure she said that just to make her and the Tower look good.

The headmistress' chief objective is to show the room where he'll be staying. It's a big room, bigger than I first anticipated. It surprisingly has stairs that lead to a small and partially dusty second floor, its floor only covering half the room which makes the second floor from the bottom. A safety net hangs from one edge of the second floor's end to another. Something tells me this isn't supposed to be a dormitory room, judging from the odd design, and the Headmistress soon confirms this.

"This used to be a storage room", Miss Holbrooke explains as she looks up to the ceiling. "We've already made two new ones on the third floor so this one is no longer used. Only recently we renovated this".

"No complains here", Jericho replies, contend with the superior size of the room. He happily notes that his belongings had been placed here by the goblins. They've offered to do so the moment Diana and Jericho stepped into the school. There's even a fishbowl prepared on a desk.

"Michelle told me of your pet. Luckily, Professor Pisces has some spare fishbowls to share".

Huh, some adults love fish so much they have spare fishbowls lying around, huh? Well I'm not one to judge. Frank Francis the Third, the greatest goldfish in existence, will find this fishbowl a fine tribute.

Said goldfish is swimming in a water bottle tucked safely deep in his luggage.

"Well pass my thanks to her if you meet her. I'm very grateful for this", the wizard says as he inspects the quality fishbowl. Offhandedly, he asks, "and I'm to share this room with my soon to be decided roommates? Three makes a team, right?"

"If they do arrive, that is".

The headmistress' somewhat sombre tone catches his attention and makes him look. He's surprised to find worry in her downward-cast eyes.

He raises a brow and carefully asks, "They are coming, right?"

"We all hope so. I mean, the school had just started opening for wizards for the first time since its establishment ages ago. But the fact is, it takes time for wizards to be interested in joining what formerly was an all-witches school, not to mention one that is in decline. Instead, most are more interested in spending their money on prestigious and well-established wizarding schools. They're a better investment, to say simply".

"You're saying you're not sure there'll be more male students besides me?"

"No one is, not until they show up here for the ceremony! Of course, we've already received application letters and accepted them, but what ultimately decides whether they'll be here or not is the students themselves. Maybe some of them already got accepted but had a last-minute change of idea and decided not to come in the ceremony, immediately forfeiting. It has happened with girl students in the past, it's not irregular".

I mean, you could use divination magic to find out, but okay.

With this new information added to Jericho's pile of pressures, he silently sighs. "I hope they come", he says, dread silently hinted in his words. "I really hope they come".

"I really do hope so too, else you'd be alone here and, most importantly, team-less. That'd not just be trouble for you, but it'll be an administrative headache too".

"Yes, yes", Jericho replies, nodding. Of course, the worst consequence: the administrative headaches that could bring!

"Yes, that's right. Administrative headache", Miss Holbrooke reaffirms with a nod. "Now, you'll find your uniform inside the drawer in your room. Change to it and once you're done you go straight to the ceremony room. We wouldn't want you to be late, Mr Franklin".

They young wizard was halfway to the drawer when he pauses and asks. "But how about the ribbons, I thought I'm supposed to choose it or something?"

"You'll get to decide it later", Miss Holbrooke cries from across the room, already halfway out the door. "Now get going! You don't want to be late for the ceremony!"

The wizard finds the standard Luna Nova uniform in the drawer, just as promised. Once he wears this, there's no going back. He suddenly feels nervous at the thought.

Enrolling in a new school is already nightmarish enough for me, but an all-witches school? That's just something else.

Of course, most boys would dream to be in the young wizard's shoes right now, with all the prospects of being one of the few male students in a school filled with young, beautiful, rich, and talented girls. But Jericho is Jericho; he focuses more on the troubles his odd situation would entail. Prime among them being the possibility for being alienated in the school.

He shakes his head and grabs the uniform. But before that comes, I must get enrolled in the school in the first place. That means I have to save these hesitant thoughts for later.

Once he finishes changing, he takes a look at himself in a mirror. The uniform consists of a long navy-blue hooded tunic, a pair of boots, a selection between trousers or its shorter knee-length variant, and the most important piece, a pointy wizard hat. They're all uniformly navy-blue in colour. For the trousers, Jericho chooses the full length one.

The wizard gingerly takes the wizard hat and wears it. Looking at the mirror, he checks himself, twisting and turning in front of the mirror. The navy-blue colour fits well with his black hair, dark eyes, and light Asian skin. They fit his lean body perfectly, which leads Jericho to believe the Tower's administration had exchanged details about him with Luna Nova prior to this day. Not that he's complaining. The uniform looks good on him, after all. Despite this, a face full of troubles and nervousness looks back at him in the mirror. Jericho attempts to turn it upside down, but he could barely smile for a second before he gets embarrassed and wipes the smile from his face.

Ugh, I hope no one saw that.

His uniform still lacks the coloured belt for the tunic and ribbon for the hat. And already Jericho thinks on what the colour would look best for him.

Maybe I shouldn't think too much on the options now. The ceremony would already end before I come to a decision.

With that decided, Jericho leaves his room for the opening ceremony.

This concludes the first chapter of this fanfic, which I'll tell you now, will be very long indeed (the original is 30 chapters long thus far). Since this is a rewrite, any follow, favourite, and especially review will be very helpful for me as a writer, because as it stands, I'm trying to gauge just how good this rewrite is compared to the original. Without feedback I wouldn't know if it'll be worth it to work on a rewrite instead of continuing on the original. So, I'll be immensely grateful if you could spare the time to give me your thoughts on this rewrite. Any review is accepted, so don't shy away from negative reviews. They actually give me more materials to improve. Especially regarding the OC. I'm very curious of what you guys think of my take on what a wizard would be in the LWA canon universe.

I know I'm writing a fanfic here, but I can't resist imagining this story as a real anime. And any anime needs a good Opening and Ending song. I imagine that the Opening for this first arc is Digimon Adventure's opening, Butterfly, by the late Wada Kouji. There's just something magical, adventurous, young, innocent and naïve about that song which I think would fit Little Witch Academia if the story revolves around a wizard and not a witch. That opening guitar rift… perfect for a first and nostalgic. Just replace all the characters and places with Little Witch Academia and you'll get (in your head) the best opening for the season. For the ending, I imagine Tsuioku Merry-Go-Round by Onelifecrew to be perfect. Now Fairy Tail isn't an amazing anime, but it has some good endings, this being one of them. Now why am I saying this? Well, you ever listened to the same song on repeat at one point of your life that when you listen to it today, the song also reminds you of what you're doing in that point in life? Well, that also applies to me when I play a song on repeat when I read a story. Whenever I hear the song again I'm reminded of the story, even though they both originally have no connection other than I like listening to the song when reading the story. I suggest you do this with me with this fanfic and these songs, because it's insanely nostalgic. Not to mention, it's fun to imagine this story as an anime that has legit openings and endings.