Sayonara, Koro Sensei... and Hello Again, Me

 Dear Nakama,

I graduated today.
Not from a school.
But from a classroom where the teacher was faster than sound, softer than the moonlight, and kinder than anyone who could've destroyed the earth.

I finished Assassination Classroom.
And I cried-hard.

I knew it was coming.
We all did.
But no preparation in the world can soften the blow of goodbye-
not when it's a goodbye wrapped in warmth, in growth,
in a final roll call where every name is spoken with pride...
And a teacher says "Congratulations on your graduation"
And then fades.
Gone.

Every "Sayonara, Koro Sensei" cracked me open a little more.
His smile. His tears. The quiet. The stillness after the chaos.
I wept for twenty minutes straight.
Heart Heavier than ever; But not equal to Going Merry's death.

That night, I didn't just mourn a character.
I mourned a mentor I never met.
A voice that made me believe I could be anything- even when sick, sad, and stuck between dreams.

Today:
My body hit pause again.
Paracetamol coma.
Cough. Throat rage.
Didn't leave bed.
Didn't do much.
Expect think.

And through all my stillness, one tiny spark lit up: a small idea for my site.
A tweak. A design shift.
Something Koro sensei would probably smile about and say,
                

                  "Good Thinking. You've grown, haven't you?"

I'll work on it when I can stand straight again.
When the fever leaves.
When the grief fades just a little.

But today, I honor that pain.
And I remained myself that growing hurts.
that goodbye linger.
And that dreams stitched with emotion are stronger than ever.