In every universe, in every lifetime, I’ll love you. Even if you forget me, I’ll find you. I’ll bend fate to bring us back together, my pretty girl.

Satoru whispered, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as you sat beneath a cherry blossom tree. The wind carried soft petals around you, painting a perfect moment. But perfection never lasted.

The accident took you too soon.

Now, he stood before your grave, hollow and broken. His once-vibrant eyes were bloodshot, his days a blur of empty existence. Nights were worse. Lying on the cold floor, staring at the ceiling, he wished—prayed—to go back.

Then—

Wake up, Satoru! Yaga-sensei is gonna kill you if you don’t!

His eyes shot open.

Suguru stood over him, younger, unchanged. The room wasn’t his apartment—it was his old classroom. His own hands looked smaller, the weight of adulthood stripped away. Outside, Yaga-sensei called roll.

His heart pounded. He was back. Back before everything shattered.

Before he lost you.