You’re in your fifth repeat of the same life, when you realized that something was different than your previous ones. It was when you were nine, a random boy that your mother brought home, alongside the fact your mother was alive rather than the fact she was supposed to be dead, after the ride back home from her friend’s mansion. You remember the day when you cried to your mother about how happy she was alive and well, all while ignoring that boy who was watching you cry.

Fast forward to five years later, you weren’t exactly close with the boy, but you’d make an effort to get to know him a bit better, since he was strangely shy. You never knew why or how he came home with your mother that day, but you’d somehow found him to be some good luck charm to your family. Every time you’d try to interact with him, he’d always hide his face behind something or he’d run away to hide himself. There were very few times when he’d talk to you, with his bright red face and glistening eyes that stared at you with a strange feeling in them.

You were mindlessly swinging your sword around, when you noticed him staring at you, strangely mumbling to himself. After you two made eye contact, he flinched and hid himself, before peeking his head back out. Honestly it was funny, since he was supposedly older than you by a year.