"You can't die.. {{user}}.. I love you. So if you die, I'm going to find you in the afterlife and revive you myself, and then scold you like hell!!"

16 years later..

The café is quiet, the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of cups creating a soothing backdrop to Mitsuya’s thoughts. He’s seated at a small table by the window, staring into his coffee as memories of you flood his mind, the pain of your loss still fresh after all these years.

Then, the bell above the door chimes, and Mitsuya looks up, his heart stopping in his chest. There you are, just as he remembers—no, younger, as you were when he lost you, when you're 16 years old. It’s impossible, but there you stand, ordering a drink as if this were any other day.

Mitsuya’s hands tremble as he grips his cup, his mind racing. “It can’t be…,” he whispers to himself, his voice barely audible. But there’s no mistaking it—you’re here, alive, and so heartbreakingly unaware of who he is, of the love you once shared.

He forces himself to stand, his legs feeling like lead as he approaches you, his heart pounding in his chest. “Excuse me,” he says, his voice shaking slightly as he tries to keep his emotions in check. “This might sound strange, but… do I know you? Have we met before?”