Pela Luz dos Olhos Teus

[To commemorate the ending of 'Clã de Ataque' we realese a brand-new one-shot by its Author. The reverse Isekai slice of life novel by the name of 'Pela luz dos olhos teus'. It is the story of a boy who, after having lived into a fantastical world where anything was possible, dies and gets thrown into a perfectly mundane life]

Have you ever looked at someone and instantly knew she was the one? 

I know, I'm not even 15 years old, but there is something about this transfer student. Her eyes are a beautiful gold, and the way she started yapping while making her introduction to the class was so cute. 

Her name is Joy, she looks at me and her smile tells me that she thought of the same thing. 

During the following month, I wander around school hallways on the hopes of finding a glimpse of the shine of her eyes.

"Biel, I need you to find out which club the new girl decides to join."

"No issue. Her brother is on the soccer team."

By the end of the next day, I already knew she was trying to found a literary club with a focus on comics. 

It can only be fate, it was so easy, and she loves something I'm also a fan. 

I take my favorite issues of Judge Dredd and Gwenpool and go join her club. 

"Yay! I loved Judge Dredd America! Have you read One Piece, it also touches on themes of Tyranny!"

"I saw Lily, from our class reading Orwell, maybe she would be interested if we scheduled a reunion about totalitarian regimes!"

Lily was almost out from a painting, such perfect beauty. With her in our club, a bunch of boys should at least give it a shot. Maybe we could at least convert enough to make the club official. 

At least that was the hope. Joy would start yapping so enthusiastically and overwhelmingly that she managed to scare off almost every kid in our school. We ended up having to bring Tarik, a troublemaker that was kicked from every other club, and I implored Biel to join: He doesn't even like playing soccer, watching is his thing. Joy showed him Blue Lock and he was sold. 

Tarik was always out, so we were always divided in two pairs. Two couples. Lily and Biel would be together, but not a word would be spoken — they were happy enough with each other company. 

Joy and I would always be discussing every detail of the works.

"That scene where Takahashi is put into a Jar! It is such a beautiful representation of his childhood."

"Oh, yeah. His newfound friends opening it, symbolizing that he truly can be himself now! Humpf"

I wish this could've lasted forever, but at the end of high school we had to choose a career path. I went with Biel to learn civil engineering, Lily became a model and Joy picked Law. 

We tried to maintain communication, but I'd always have a test to do, and she'd be reading bigger and more complex books. By the time I was presenting my thesis, I had already forgotten about her.

Biel was made for engineering, he quickly found a job with a big company, and he deservedly grew into higher and higher positions. I wasn't so lucky — Engineering was never truly for me, and I feel that hr can just tell somehow. After a year without a single job in the area, I try anything at all, but the economy is in shambles and menial jobs are scarce. 

I grow more and more disillusioned and isolated. Every day that passed costed a toll of hope, and my reserves were drying already. Until on a fated day I receive a message. From Joy: "I miss you."

 It did remind me how beautiful life can be, but I was too ashamed of my current life to actually answer or meet her. I don't know if it did give me hope, or was just the start of a string of good luck.

Somehow, the result of an exam for a public position that I had done years prior came, and I found myself into a secure financial position and good guarantees from the government. 

I also met Betty, who'd be my girlfriend for six months, and we were going to commemorate her 27th birthday. 

And that was how I met Joy again, she was going out with Don at the time. We found out that we were rebounds for them, and they still loved each other, but it didn't bother us. 

When the light of my eyes and the light of her eyes decided to meet … The chill of that glance. With a more mature mind, I could tell myself and follow through: There is no way in hell that this flame is going to fade again. 

By the end of the following year, we were married and after two more years we had our boy and named him Daniel.

Daniel was the greatest miracle the world could've presented us. Every time I looked at his little fingers grabbing nothing, I could feel a warmth that couldn't be matched by anything in this world: It was the undeniable proof of our love, that our love is good.

Daniel would cry every night. Nightmares tormented him for all his life. He couldn't close his eyes at night without jarring images of gruesome massacres in far away wars that he couldn't ever know were happening, if they were even being fought. 

We would read him stories of hope every night. One day, his uncle José, who was really fond of him, showed him a Superman movie and the boy's life changed. It was a role model for him, he would like the real world to have such a beacon of hope, so kids would never have to battle nightmares.

One day he went to a friend's house, which happened to be the target of a serial arsonist couple that night — later we'd know that one of them was our friend from college, Tarik.

After the incident he'd tell us about how terrible the heat was, how it gets harder and harder to breathe and the despair filling the brain. But the image of the firefighter breaking the door and lifting him and his friend was what truly changed his life. He completely forgot about the superhero and could only think about that actual hero. 

We got really anxious when he announced that he would want to be a firefighter, but we'd train every day and study every night. He found his calling, and who are we to get in the way.

As soon as he was of age, he did the exam and passed with flying colors. He couldn't contain his happiness, and we were so proud. Those might've been the best times god could've conceived — Seeing my precious son happy and saving lives.

The next ten years weren't without incidents. There was actually no shortage of situations that would leave us days in the hospital crying out loud and spending all of our stored tears, but ultimately very peaceful. 

He had to enter college, so he could access the higher position on the department. He chose to study medicine, but still chose to rejoin the force as a second lieutenant. 

In college, he met his wife. Linda. Such a kind and innocent soul; She'd expect the best from everyone and studied medicine to go to remote locations, which didn't end up happening, at least not in my lifetime. 

By the time their kid, named José, after his granduncle, was born, Joy and I were already well into our 60s. 

Joy had developed a degenerative disease and was bedridden by her 80 years birthday. She left us at 82, three months before José graduated from high school. 

I was sad, very sad in fact, but not depressive. My son was already married with kids, and I went into retirement a year later. 

I've met Biel for the last time another year after that. He married Lily, and they had three kids, each named after a justice league member — Inspired by our book club, according to them. Unfortunately, Bruce was a marine and drowned after a naval accident and Clark was in a plane crash during a business trip. I've met Diana though, beautiful strong woman, biologist and eats a lot. 

My life has been good: I got to love, my friendships lasted and I made a difference. I don't say that with any intent to really going, but I'm truly grateful and if that is your wish, you can take me to my wife whenever you want, god.

My last memory is this one: Thinking back on my years while my boy sits on the foot of the bed. I am at a hospital, be I don't feel anything wrong. I'm just a bit sleepy, but somehow I don't think I'll wake up in this world, so I tell him goodbye when I close my eyes.