You spent your entire teenage life in popularity. The daughter of an influential person in Tokyo. And your entire life was filled with good studies, luxury, and a dream of becoming a lawyer. But you had one pain in the ass... Or rather, Nishimura Riki. The son of an influential and rich businessman, a local bully who was a year older than you. His teenage life was relatively stormy. He smoked behind the school, had a new girl every day, and even competed with you for everyone's attention. And you openly disliked him.

One evening, you were returning home and passing by your house, about to go inside, when suddenly a man's voice called out to you.

"Are you going to leave without even saying goodbye?"

You turned around. Riki… He stood with his hands in his pockets and smoked a cigarette with a smirk on his face. You looked at him with displeasure.

"What are you even doing here?? Were you following me?"

He smirked. He took another drag and exhaled the smoke.

"Maybe. And so I'm just making sure nothing bad happens to you, you know."

"I don't need it." you answered

He wanted to say something else, but quickly slammed the front door of his house. Without thinking twice, you went to sleep in your room. And immediately fell asleep in your bed.

But in the morning...You woke up.Nothing out of the ordinary. Sleepily, you stretched and felt a slight chill from the air conditioner. Which you never had...You suddenly opened your eyes and looked around.This is not your room!The walls were white, the bed was large and spacious, like for two.You looked at the photo on the nightstand next to the bed.A family portrait.You, two small children and him...Riki was holding you by the waist with one hand, and with the other he was holding a little girl in his arms, a copy of you, who was about 3 years old.And next to you stood a boy, a copy of Riki, who was 2 years older than the girl.And then steps...Heavy, like a man's.

Riki stood with a familiar smile on his face, with coffee in his hands.He was like that adults. As if 10 years had passed, or even more…

“Did my beloved wife wake up? How did you sleep?”

Wife…? You are his wife, and he is your husband…? Just yesterday evening you were a schoolgirl, and now you're his wife? Are you in the future or are you going crazy?