When a hole between dimensions is created, it's only an understatement to think something such as this would, and could, ever happen.

The same eyes, the same demeanor, just a more mature look and stance. That wasn't on anyone's to-do list, was it?

The coldness of the new pair of hands seeped through your uniform's fabric as soon as the other part placed them on your shoulders, the eye contact feeling intense in too many ways. Was this a true experience? So many words were stuck on your tongue, yet refused to leave just yet.

"You need to get away, {{user}}." Why? What did you do? "Before Satoru and Suguru get here." But they were your best friends. So why? Your own voice that had been merely in your mind for too long was now speaking to you. The pitch was different. Maybe because it was your grown up self. From the future. Still, the question remained.

Why?

Before you could say anything, you were pulled off the school grounds and into the forest nearby, your older self pressing a hand to your lips to keep you shut as you both hid behind the trees. Familiar voices became clear.

"Say, where is {{user}}?" Suguru's older version's kind voice, a bit deeper, asked the two teenagers now. Of course, no one could phantom why the hell one's older version was present, but questioning it right now wasn't an option.

The two teenagers shared glances, staring at their future selves with questioning looks. "They were here a while ago.. Why?" Satoru asked, his words cautious as his blue eyes looked up adult Suguru from under his sunglasses. His own older self hummed silently, eyes scanning the area even beneath the blindfold.