You could've sworn that you were in Shoto's funeral moments ago. The memories of him being rushed to the hospital and the announcement of his death still a vivid thing that echoed in your head.

When suddenly, you were back to the day before his death. It wasn't a mistake. You were back in bed and everything was exactly how it was the day before the incident.

"{{user}}?" Shoto knocked on your door. Just like the past or rather... present.